يا رُبَّ لَيلٍ بِتُّ في نِعمَةٍ

يا رُبَّ لَيلٍ بِتُّ في نِعمَةٍ

عِندَ فَتىً أَبيَضَ بَسّامِ

عِندَ فَتىً أَبيَضَ بَسّامِ

Ah, how many a night I spent in bliss,

Oh Lord of the night, I stay in bliss

Oh, many a night I passed in perfect bliss,

With a fair-skinned, ever-smiling youth,

By a fair youth of smiling grace,

In the company of a bright-faced, ever-smiling youth,

بِجَنبِ ساقٍ حَسَنٍ وَجهُهُ

بِجَنبِ ساقٍ حَسَنٍ وَجهُهُ

في السَقيِ عَدلٍ غَيرِ ظَلّامِ

في السَقيِ عَدلٍ غَيرِ ظَلّامِ

Beside a cupbearer handsome of face,

With a leg whose lovely face

Beside a cupbearer with a handsome face,

Fair in pouring, never unjust.

Gives justly, no darkness or excess.

Who is fair in his pouring, never unjust,

قَد باتَ يَسقينِيَ دِرياقَةً

قَد باتَ يَسقينِيَ دِرياقَةً

سالَت مِنَ الإِبريقِ في الجامِ

سالَت مِنَ الإِبريقِ في الجامِ

Indeed, he spent the night serving me an antidote—wine—

All night he serves me with drink in a cup

He passed the night serving me a healing elixir,

That flowed from the pitcher into the goblet.

Poured from a pitcher, received in my palms

That flowed from the ewer into the goblet.