1. The cup of wine was sweetened
When the night drew nigh to the companions.

2. To the boon-companions the night drew nigh sweetened,
And the wine murmurs murmurs, when the night drew nigh.

3. The cup murmurs, murmurs
The tale of the boon-companion,

4. It is endless,
The pourer of wine, shine forth when you pour for the youth

5. A cup, which when it passes it cheers, and when it settles it sings.
It inspirits and enlivens, and kindles Najd and Jad,

6. And it flowed gently until it came to the beauty of
Whom I love it reached.

7. I am the brother of passion and its child, to it I gave
Birth, nay, I am its very essence, neither from nor against,

8. And for me love is an art, so take it from whom
I received it, before his rule

9. Regarding us came down.
The face of the beloved shone and gleamed with beauty,

10. After estrangement and fewness, through union abundant.
Yet he unsheathed a sword with which he slew,

11. Killed excellently, and thus whoever goes to him
In the morning is killed.

12. I am the slain of passion, martyr at Badr,
Containing life, living, containing security.

13. And he, secure through his beloved, trusted
In him who bestowed and did not go astray in passion,

14. And was not misguided.
I am the one who in passion is all formation,

15. My heart has become balanced, through it empowered.
It is not distracted by contemplation, and does not

16. Incline, were it not for Him who,
When bodies appeared to the eyes,

17. Was ever flawed.
O you who blame me, you will not find one who listens to blame

18. About passion, so desist, for love is most wise.
An arrow empowered in the heart that murmured,

19. And you who blame me, think that to me there is
One who hears what you say.

20. Since the full moon of the beloved shone, I am wholly eye,
And for me the absent one is appointed by love the eye.

21. He called and gave the summons, secretly and openly,
For when it became clear that he had appeared,