كَمhow often باتَspent the night يُديرُpassing round والدُّجىwhile the night فيin ظُلَمِهits darkness
كَم باتَ يُديرُ والدُّجى في ظُلَمِه
راحاًwine تَشفيheals أَخَاone afflicted with الجَوىlove's anguish مِنfrom أَلَمِهhis pain
راحاً تَشفي أَخَا الجَوى مِن أَلَمِه
How often he spent the night passing round, while night lay in its darkness,
How often in the gloom of night
Wine that heals the lovesick man of his pain.
A comforter who heals a brother's pain
بالفِعلِin its effect وباللَّونِand in its color وبالطَّعمِand in its taste نَشَتsprang forth
بالفِعلِ وباللَّونِ وبالطَّعمِ نَشَت
مِنfrom مُقلتيهِhis two eyes وَوجنتيهِand his two cheeks وَفَمِهand his mouth
مِن مُقلتيهِ وَوجنتيهِ وَفَمِه
In its effect, its color, and its taste, it sprang
Through deed, through hue, through taste
From his eyes, his cheeks, and his mouth.
From eyes and cheeks and lips