نَديميmy drinking companion داِcure بِالخَمرِwith wine الخُماراthe hangover
نَديمي داِ بِالخَمرِ الخُمارا
أَدرpass around كَأسيmy cup يَميناًto the right أَوor يَساراto the left
أَدر كَأسي يَميناً أَو يَسارا
My drinking companion, cure the hangover with wine.
My boon companion, pass round the wine,
Pass my cup to the right or to the left.
Pour a cup now to the right or left.
مُشَعشَعَةًdiluted and sparkling إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle صَفَقوهاthey mixed it
مُشَعشَعَةً إِذا ما صَفَقوها
بِماءٍwith water خِلتَهاyou would think it نوراًlight وَناراand fire
بِماءٍ خِلتَها نوراً وَنارا
Sparkling—when they mix it
When they clash the cups glittering,
With water, you would think it light and fire.
With water pure it glows like light and fire.
لَهاfor it مِنfrom مَولِدَيthe two births of موسىMoses وَعيسىand Jesus
لَها مِن مَولِدَي موسى وَعيسى
شَرابٌa drink لِليَهودِfor the Jews وَلِلنَصارىand for the Christians
شَرابٌ لِليَهودِ وَلِلنَصارى
Since the births of Moses and Jesus, it has been
From my birth its nature took
A drink for Jews and for Christians.
A draught for Jew and Nazarene.
سَقىmay water اللَهُGod الحِمىthe protected grounds وَرَعىand may cherish لَيالٍnights
سَقى اللَهُ الحِمى وَرَعى لَيالٍ
بِهِin it وَبِأَهلِهِand with its people كانَتwere قِصاراshort
بِهِ وَبِأَهلِهِ كانَت قِصارا
May God water the protected grounds and cherish nights
God gave the zealotry to drink and tended
That were short there and among its people.
The weak ones through its dearth.
وَمَسمَعَةًand a songstress إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle شِئتَyou wished غَنَّتshe sang
وَمَسمَعَةً إِذا ما شِئتَ غَنَّت
أَلاah! حَيِّgreet المَنازِلَthe dwellings وَالدِياراand the homes
أَلا حَيِّ المَنازِلَ وَالدِيارا
And a songstress who, whenever you wished, would sing:
A speaking-trumpet, if you wish it sing,
"Ah, greet the dwellings and the homes!"
Hail to the dwellings and the ruins!
بَدَتshe appeared بَدراًa full moon وَماجَتand she undulated دِعصَa mound رَملٍof sand
بَدَت بَدراً وَماجَت دِعصَ رَملٍ
وَماسَتand she swayed بانَةًa bān tree وَشَدَتand she sang هَزاراa nightingale
وَماسَت بانَةً وَشَدَت هَزارا
She appeared a full moon and undulated like a mound of sand,
It rose a full moon, then did dash
And swayed like a bān tree and sang like a nightingale.
A torrent's eddies into sparkling spray.
إِذاwhenever غازَلتُهاI flirted with her أَوor غازَلَتنيshe flirted with me
إِذا غازَلتُها أَو غازَلَتني
تَأَمَّلتُI contemplated الفَرَزدَقَal-Farazdaq وَالنَوّاراand al-Nawwār
تَأَمَّلتُ الفَرَزدَقَ وَالنَوّارا
Whenever I flirted with her, or she flirted with me,
If I flirt with it or it flirts with me,
I thought of al-Farazdaq and al-Nawwār.
I think of Farazdaq and Nowarra.
وَيَومَand the day غَدَتshe began تُعيرُنيshe taunts me بِشَيبيfor my gray hair
وَيَومَ غَدَت تُعيرُني بِشَيبي
وَقَدand already رَأَتِshe saw السَكينَةِcomposure والوَقاراand dignity
وَقَد رَأَتِ السَكينَةِ والوَقارا
And one day she began to taunt me for my gray hair,
And when it chides me for my grey hairs,
Though she had seen composure and dignity.
Though it has seen composure and dignity,
وَماand there is no فيin الشَيبِgray hair عِندَin the eyes of الناسِpeople عَيبٌfault
وَما في الشَيبِ عِندَ الناسِ عَيبٌ
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle عادَturned into لَيلُهُمُtheir night نَهاراday
إِذا ما عادَ لَيلُهُمُ نَهارا
And there is no fault in gray hair in people's eyes,
Grey hair men do not think a defect
When their night turns into day.
If their night returns again to day.
ولَكِنand yet فيin الشَبابِyouth خُزَعبَلاتٌfollies
ولَكِن في الشَبابِ خُزَعبَلاتٌ
لِمَنfor whoever يَهوىdesires العَذارىmaidens وَالعِذاراand cheek-down
لِمَن يَهوى العَذارى وَالعِذارا
But in youth there are follies
But in the young there are frivolities
For whoever desires maidens and downy cheeks.
For him who loves the maidens and the chaste.