أقولُI say لذيto one with قامَةٍa stature كالقَضيبِlike a slender branch
أقولُ لذي قامَةٍ كالقَضيبِ
وَخَصرٍand a waist تَبارَكَblessed be منthe One who خَصَّرَهmade him slender-waisted
وَخَصرٍ تَبارَكَ من خَصَّرَه
I say to one whose stature is like a slender branch,
I say to one with stature like a rod
and whose waist—blessed be He who fashioned it—
And waist that is blessed by its shaper
وَوَجهand a face يُباريrivals سَنَاهُits radiance المُدامُthe wine
وَوَجه يُباري سَنَاهُ المُدامُ
يُصَبُّis poured منfrom الكوبِthe cup فيinto القُبَّرَةthe lark
يُصَبُّ من الكوبِ في القُبَّرَة
and whose face has a radiance rivaled by wine,
With a face that rivals its teeth in brightness
poured from the cup into the lark:
As he pours from the cup into the goblet
ألاtake heed فاغضُضِthen lower الطرفَthe gaze ياO ذاthis الفتىyoung man
ألا فاغضُضِ الطرفَ يا ذا الفتى
فلِلَّهِfor, by God طرفُكَyour gaze ماhow أسحَرَهbewitching it is
فلِلَّهِ طرفُكَ ما أسحَرَه
Come now, lower your gaze, O young man,
Oh turn your eyes away o you, the epitome of youth
for, by God, how bewitching your gaze is!
By God, your eyes - how enchanting!
لقدindeed لعبتhave toyed بيwith me صُرُوفُthe vicissitudes of الزَّمانtime
لقد لعبت بي صُرُوفُ الزَّمان
كلعبِlike the playing of الفتىthe young man والفتىand the young man بالكُرَةwith the ball
كلعبِ الفتى والفتى بالكُرَة
Indeed, time's vicissitudes have toyed with me,
Indeed, the turns of fate have played with me
as one youth and another play with a ball.
Like the playing of a boy with a ball
وَطُيِّرتُand I was sent flying شَرقاًeastward إلىto غَربِهاits west
وَطُيِّرتُ شَرقاً إلى غَربِها
كَطَيرِlike the flight of العَواصِفِthe tempests بالزُنبُرَةwith the wasp
كَطَيرِ العَواصِفِ بالزُنبُرَة
And I was sent flying from east to west,
And I was tossed eastward to its west
as tempests carry a wasp away.
Like the birds of storms with feathers
ويُعجبنيand it pleases me أننيthat I شاعرٌam a poet
ويُعجبني أنني شاعرٌ
وقولُand the saying of البريَّةِhumankind ماhow أشعرَهُpoetically gifted he is
وقولُ البريَّةِ ما أشعرَهُ
And it pleases me that I am a poet,
And I'm amazed that I am a poet
and that people say, "What a poet he is!"
And the words of verse - how poetic!
ولوand if رَهنُونيthey pledged me وكتبيand my books معاًtogether
ولو رَهنُوني وكتبي معاً
معalong with الشِّعرِpoetry والظَّرفِand wit والمحبرَةand the inkwell
مع الشِّعرِ والظَّرفِ والمحبرَة
And were they to pledge me and my books together,
And if they wagered me and my books
along with poetry, wit, and the inkwell,
Along with poetry, wit and inkwell
علىfor قوتِsustenance for يومٍone day لَرَدُّواthey would surely return الرهانَthe pledge
على قوتِ يومٍ لَرَدُّوا الرهانَ
وأرمَواand would turn إلىtoward فضةٍsilver محضَرَةready at hand
وأرمَوا إلى فضةٍ محضَرَة
for one day's sustenance, they would return the pledge,
For a day’s nourishment, they’d take back the bet
and turn toward silver ready at hand.
And toss silver freshly minted
حَرامٌforbidden حرامٌforbidden زَمانُthe time of الفقيرِthe poor man
حَرامٌ حرامٌ زَمانُ الفقيرِ
حَرامٌforbidden حرامُهُits forbidden things ماhow أقذَرَهfoul it is
حَرامٌ حرامُهُ ما أقذَرَه
Forbidden, forbidden is the poor man's time;
Forbidden, forbidden - the era of the destitute
forbidden are its forbidden things—how foul it is!
Forbidden, forbidden - how foul!
إذاif كانis عيشُthe livelihood of الفتىthe young man ضيِّقاًstraitened
إذا كان عيشُ الفتى ضيِّقاً
فخيرٌthen better منthan العيشَةِlife المقبَرَةthe graveyard
فخيرٌ من العيشَةِ المقبَرَة
If a young man's living is straitened,
When the life of a youth is constricted
then the graveyard is better than life.
Better than a life entombed