الثَّلْجُthe snow يَسْقُطُfalls أَمْor لُجَيْنٌsilver يُسْبَكُis cast
الثَّلْجُ يَسْقُطُ أَمْ لُجَيْنٌ يُسْبَكُ
أَمْor ذَthis حَصَىpebbles الكَافُورِof camphor ظَلَّkept on يُفَرَّكُbeing crumbled
أَمْ ذَ حَصَى الكَافُورِ ظَلَّ يُفَرَّكُ
Is snow falling, or is silver being cast?
Or is this camphor gravel being steadily crumbled?
رَاحَتْrejoiced بِهِin it الأَرْضُthe earth الفَضَاءُwide and open كَأّنَّهَاas though it
رَاحَتْ بِهِ الأَرْضُ الفَضَاءُ كَأّنَّهَا
مِنْfrom كُلِّevery نَاحِيَةٍside بِثَغْرِكَwith your mouth تَضْحَكُlaughs
مِنْ كُلِّ نَاحِيَةٍ بِثَغْرِكَ تَضْحَكُ
The open earth rejoiced in it, as though
It laughed on every side with your mouth.
شَابَتْturned grey مَعَارِفُهَاits features فَبَيًّنَso revealed ضِحْكُهَاits laughter
شَابَتْ مَعَارِفُهَا فَبَيًّنَ ضِحْكُهَا
طَرَبَاًdelight وَعَهْدِيand my knowledge بِالْمَشِيْبِof grey hair يُنَسِّكُmakes one devout
طَرَبَاً وَعَهْدِي بِالْمَشِيْبِ يُنَسِّكُ
Its features turned grey, and its laughter revealed
Delight—though grey hair, as I know it, makes one devout.
أَوْor فِيin عَلَىupon خُضْرِthe green الغُصُوْنِof the branches فَأَصْبَحَتْand they became
أَوْ فِي عَلَى خُضْرِ الغُصُوْنِ فَأَصْبَحَتْ
كَالدُّرِّlike pearls فِيin قُضُبِrods الزَّبَرْجَدِof chrysolite يُسْلَكُare threaded
كَالدُّرِّ فِي قُضُبِ الزَّبَرْجَدِ يُسْلَكُ
[It alighted] upon the green branches, and they became
Like pearls threaded on rods of chrysolite.
وَتُزَيَّنُand adorns الأَشْجَارَthe trees مِنْهُof it مُلاَءَةٌa mantle
وَتُزَيَّنُ الأَشْجَارَ مِنْهُ مُلاَءَةٌ
عَمَّاafter قَلِيْلٍa little while بِالرَّاحِby hands تُهْتَّكُis torn apart
عَمَّا قَلِيْلٍ بِالرَّاحِ تُهْتَّكُ
And a mantle of it adorns the trees,
Soon to be torn apart by hands.
كَانَتْit was كَعُودِlike aloeswood الهِنْدِof India طُرِّيَwas perfumed فَانْكَفَاthen turned
كَانَتْ كَعُودِ الهِنْدِ طُرِّيَ فَانْكَفَا
فِيinto لَوْنِa hue أَبْيَضْwhite وَهُوand it is أَسْوَدُblack أَحْلَكُpitch-dark
فِي لَوْنِ أَبْيَضْ وَهُو أَسْوَدُ أَحْلَكُ
It was like Indian aloeswood, perfumed and turned
To a white hue, though it was pitch-black.
وَالْجَوُّand the air مِنْfrom أَرَجِthe fragrance الهَوَاءِof the air كَأَنَّهُas though it were
وَالْجَوُّ مِنْ أَرَجِ الهَوَاءِ كَأَنَّهُ
ثَوْبٌa garment يُعَنْبَرُis scented with ambergris تَارَةًat times وَيُمْسَّكُand is scented with musk
ثَوْبٌ يُعَنْبَرُ تَارَةً وَيُمْسَّكُ
And the air, so full of fragrance, seems like
A robe scented now with ambergris, now with musk.
فَخُذِيso take مِنَfrom الأَوْتَارِthe strings حَظَّكِyour share إِنَّمَاonly
فَخُذِي مِنَ الأَوْتَارِ حَظَّكِ إِنَّمَا
تَتَحَرَّكُstir الأَطْرَابُraptures حِيْنَwhen تَحَرَّكُare set vibrating
تَتَحَرَّكُ الأَطْرَابُ حِيْنَ تَحَرَّكُ
So take your share of the strings, for
Raptures stir only when they are set vibrating.
فَالْيَوْمُfor today يُؤْذِنُgives notice بِالْمَلاَحَةِof beauty إِنَّهُindeed it
فَالْيَوْمُ يُؤْذِنُ بِالْمَلاَحَةِ إِنَّهُ
سَيُطَلُّwill go unavenged فِيْهِon it الدِّنَانِthe wine jars وَيُسْفَكُand is poured out
سَيُطَلُّ فِيْهِ الدِّنَانِ وَيُسْفَكُ
For today heralds beauty; indeed,
The jars' wine will be spilled on it, unavenged.
Translation model: Sol 6.1