ماwhat لِلمَولَّهِwith the love-bewildered one مِنfrom سُكرِهِhis drunkenness لاnot يُفيقhe sobers up
ما لِلمَولَّهِ مِن سُكرِهِ لا يُفيق
ياoh لَهfor him سَكرانdrunk
يا لَه سَكران
What ails the love-bewildered one, that he does not sober from his drunkenness?
What intoxication has the poet from his ecstasy that will not fade away!
Oh, how drunk he is,
Oh, how drunk he is
مِنfrom غَيرِother than خَمرٍwine ياoh للكَئيبِfor the sorrowful one المَشوقthe yearning one
مِن غَيرِ خَمرٍ يا للكَئيبِ المَشوق
يَندُبُhe laments الأَوطانthe homelands
يَندُبُ الأَوطان
without wine! Alas for the sorrowful, yearning one,
Without wine, oh how the melancholy one yearns
who laments his homelands.
For homelands
هَلcan تُستَعادُbe restored أَيّامُناour days بِالخَليجat al-Khalij
هَل تُستَعادُ أَيّامُنا بِالخَليج
وَلَياليناand our nights
وَلَيالينا
Can our days at al-Khalij be restored,
Can we bring back our days in the gulf
and our nights?
And our nights
إِذwhen يستَفادُis obtained مِنَfrom النَسيمthe breeze الأَريجfragrant
إِذ يستَفادُ مِنَ النَسيم الأَريج
مِسكَmusk داريناof Darin
مِسكَ دارينا
When from the fragrant breeze was drawn
When the gentle breeze’s musk
the musk of Darin,
Would revive our home
وَإِذand when يَكادُalmost حُسنُthe beauty المَكانِof the place البَهيجdelightful
وَإِذ يَكادُ حُسنُ المَكانِ البَهيج
أَنto يُحييناrevive us
أَن يُحيينا
and when the beauty of the delightful place almost
When the place’s stunning beauty
brought us to life.
Nearly brought us back to life
نَهرٌa river أَظَلَّهُshaded it دوحٌspreading trees عَلَيهِabove it أَنيقlovely
نَهرٌ أَظَلَّهُ دوحٌ عَلَيهِ أَنيق
مورِقleafy الأَفنانthe branches
مورِق الأَفنان
A river shaded by lovely spreading trees above it,
A river shaded by a graceful palm tree
their branches leafy.
With glistening branches
وَالماءُand the water يَجريflows وَعائِمٌand some afloat وَغَريقand some drowned
وَالماءُ يَجري وَعائِمٌ وَغَريق
مِنfrom جَنىthe gathered yield الرَيحانthe fragrant herbs
مِن جَنى الرَيحان
And the water flows, with some afloat and some drowned
The water flows, with boats and those who’ve sunk
from the harvest of fragrant herbs.
From the gardens’ basil
أَوor هَلcan أَديبa cultivated man يَحييrevive لَناfor us بِالغروسwith the plantings
أَو هَل أَديب يَحيي لَنا بِالغروس
ماwhat كانَonce was أَحلىso sweet
ما كانَ أَحلى
Or can a cultivated man revive for us, with plantings,
Or can a poet revive for us with saplings
what once was so sweet?
What was most beautiful
مَعيwith me الحَبيبُthe beloved وَصافِياتand clear الكُؤوسthe cups
مَعي الحَبيبُ وَصافِيات الكُؤوس
فَاِسقِنيso give me drink وَاِملاand fill
فَاِسقِني وَاِملا
With me are the beloved and the clear cups;
With me is the beloved and pure goblets
so give me drink, and fill them!
So serve me and fill me up
عَيشٌa life يَطيبgrows sweet وَمَنزَهٌand a pleasure garden كَالعَروسlike a bride
عَيشٌ يَطيب وَمَنزَهٌ كَالعَروس
عِندَماwhen تجلىshe is unveiled
عِندَما تجلى
A life grown sweet, and a pleasure garden like a bride
A life is beautiful and a meadow like a bride
when she is unveiled.
When she shines
عَيشٌa life لَعَلَّهُperhaps it يَعودُwill return مِنهُof it فَريقa portion
عَيشٌ لَعَلَّهُ يَعودُ مِنهُ فَريق
كَالَّذيlike that which قَدalready كانwas
كَالَّذي قَد كان
A life of which, perhaps, a portion will return,
A life that may return from it a group
as it once was.
Like what once was
أَضغاثُtangled fragments فِكرٍof thought تَحدوurge onward بِهِit وَتَسوقand drive
أَضغاثُ فِكرٍ تَحدو بِهِ وَتَسوق
هذِهِthese الأَلحانthe melodies
هذِهِ الأَلحان
A tangle of thoughts, urged onward and driven
Scattered thoughts it leads and drives
by these melodies.
To these melodies
ياO صاحِبيّاmy two friends إِلىuntil مَتىwhen تَعذِلانيyou two reproach me
يا صاحِبيّا إِلى مَتى تَعذِلاني
أَقصِراyou two, desist شيّاa little
أَقصِرا شيّا
O my two friends, how long will you reproach me?
Oh my friend, until when will you torture me
Both of you, desist a little!
Lighten up a bit
قَدindeed مِتُّI have died حَيّاًwhile alive وَالمُبتَلىand one afflicted بِالغَوانيby beautiful women
قَد مِتُّ حَيّاً وَالمُبتَلى بِالغَواني
مَيِّتٌdead حَيّاwhile alive
مَيِّتٌ حَيّا
I have died while living, and one afflicted by beauties
I’m dead alive, and the one afflicted with love
is dead while alive.
Is dead while alive
جَنىdid wrong عَليّاagainst me عَذبَsweet اللَمىthe lips' dusky hue وَالمَعانيand charms
جَنى عَليّا عَذبَ اللَمى وَالمَعاني
عاطِرٌfragrant رَيّاin scent
عاطِرٌ رَيّا
The one of sweet dusky lips and charms has wronged me,
He reaped from me the sweetest torment and meaning
fragrant in scent:
A scent that spreads
هِلالٌa crescent moon كُلُّهُall of him غَزالa gazelle إِنسٍof humankind يَفوقsurpasses
هِلالٌ كُلُّهُ غَزال إِنسٍ يَفوق
سائِرَall other الغِزلانِgazelles
سائِرَ الغِزلانِ
a crescent moon in every part, a human gazelle surpassing
A crescent whose gazelle outshines
all other gazelles.
All other gazelles
ياoh لَيتَif only شِعريmy knowledge هَلwhether ليfor me إِلَيهِto him طَريقa path
يا لَيتَ شِعري هَل لي إِلَيهِ طَريق
أَوor إِلىto السلَوانsolace
أَو إِلى السلَوان
Oh, if only I knew: is there a path for me to him,
Oh, if only I knew if I have a way
or to solace?
To it or the palm trees
مَنone who يَميلُsways كَأَنَّهُas though he were فيin التَثَنّيbending
مَن يَميلُ كَأَنَّهُ في التَثَنّي
غُصنُa branch البانَهof the ban tree
غُصنُ البانَه
One who sways as though, in his bending,
One who leans as if he were in his gentle swaying
he were a branch of the ban tree.
A banana tree branch
خَلقٌa form جَميلٌbeautiful عَلَيهِupon him مِنfrom كُلِّevery حُسنٍbeauty
خَلقٌ جَميلٌ عَلَيهِ مِن كُلِّ حُسنٍ
رَونَقٌa radiance زانَهadorned him
رَونَقٌ زانَه
A lovely form, bearing from every kind of beauty
A beautiful being with every charm
a radiance that adorns him.
Gracing him
خودٌa lovely maiden تَقولshe says لَيسَتshe is not كَأُخرىlike another تُغَنّيshe sings
خودٌ تَقول لَيسَت كَأُخرى تُغَنّي
وَهيَand she سَكرانَهdrunk
وَهيَ سَكرانَه
A maiden unlike any other says, singing,
Cheeks that say they are unlike any others that sing
while she is drunk:
While drunk
نَعَمyes ياللَهِO God يَعشَقُنيhe loves me passionately وَأَناand I عَشيقa lover
نَعَم ياللَهِ يَعشَقُني وَأَنا عَشيق
وَنَحنُand we صِبيانchildren
وَنَحنُ صِبيان
Yes, O God, he loves me, and I am in love,
Yes, by God, he loves me while I’m a lover
and we are children.
Since we are youths
لَسnot بِاللَهِby God نَدريwe know دَعleave كُلَّeach حَدone مَعَwith رَفيقa companion
لَس بِاللَهِ نَدري دَع كُلَّ حَد مَعَ رَفيق
إِشwhat يَكونُwill happen إِنif كانit happens
إِش يَكونُ إِن كان
By God, we do not know—let each one be with a companion—
By God we don’t know, let each one be with their companion
what will happen, if anything does.
Whatever happens if it happens