لَم يَسقِني أحدٌ فأشكو جَورَهُ

لَم يَسقِني أحدٌ فأشكو جَورَهُ

لكِن سُروري بالأميرِ سَقاني

لكِن سُروري بالأميرِ سَقاني

No one gave me drink that I should complain of his injustice;

No one gave me drink, for me to complain of his tyranny,

but my joy in the emir gave me drink.

But my joy in the prince gave me to drink,

وجعلتُ أسكرُ من يَدي ثقةً بما

وجعلتُ أسكرُ من يَدي ثقةً بما

يُوليهِ مِن كرَمٍ ومِن إحسانِ

يُوليهِ مِن كرَمٍ ومِن إحسانِ

And I began to grow drunk from my own hand, trusting in what

And I became intoxicated by my own hand in trust

he bestows of generosity and kindness.

Of the generosity and kindness he shows,

أنا كالفَراشَةِ لا تَزالُ تَطيرُ أو

أنا كالفَراشَةِ لا تَزالُ تَطيرُ أو

يَعتاقُها لَهبٌ عنِ الطَّيَرانِ

يَعتاقُها لَهبٌ عنِ الطَّيَرانِ

I am like a moth that keeps on flying until

I am like the butterfly, ever flying

a flame prevents it from flying.

Until a flame sets it free from flying.