إِنّي لِصافي الراحِ شَرّابُ

إِنّي لِصافي الراحِ شَرّابُ

وَلِلظِباءِ الغيدِ رَكّابُ

وَلِلظِباءِ الغيدِ رَكّابُ

Indeed, I am an avid drinker of pure wine,

I am a drinker of the limpid winds,

Verily, I am a devoted drinker of clear wine,

And an avid rider of graceful gazelles.

And a rider of the restless desert steeds.

And a master rider of the supple gazelles,

وَإِنَّما روحِيَ كُلُّ اِمرِئٍ

وَإِنَّما روحِيَ كُلُّ اِمرِئٍ

مَنزِلُهُ الجَنّاتُ وَالغابُ

مَنزِلُهُ الجَنّاتُ وَالغابُ

And my only solace is every man

For every man's soul in the end

For my spirit belongs to every person

Whose dwelling is gardens and thickets.

Has paradise or hell for its abode.

Whose dwelling is the gardens and the woods,

فَاشرَب عَلى وَجهِ هَضيمِ الحَشا

فَاشرَب عَلى وَجهِ هَضيمِ الحَشا

أَينَعَ في خَدَّيهِ عُنّابُ

أَينَعَ في خَدَّيهِ عُنّابُ

So drink while gazing at a slender-waisted one's face;

So drink over the cheek of the slender one,

So drink to the face of the slender-waisted one,

Jujubes have ripened on his cheeks.

Where beauty lies nestled like spikenard buds.

In whose cheeks the red jujubes have ripened,

كَأَنَّما هاروتُ في طَرفِهِ

كَأَنَّما هاروتُ في طَرفِهِ

بِالسِحرِ في عَينَيهِ جَلّابُ

بِالسِحرِ في عَينَيهِ جَلّابُ

As though Harut, within his gaze,

It seems as though the evil Harut's eye

As though Harut resides within his glance,

Were a purveyor of magic in his eyes.

Has by sorcery in her glances laboured.

Bringing forth magic through his eyes,

مَطِيَّةُ الكَأسِ بَنانٌ لَهُ

مَطِيَّةُ الكَأسِ بَنانٌ لَهُ

أَصبَحَ فيهِ الحُسنُ يَنسابُ

أَصبَحَ فيهِ الحُسنُ يَنسابُ

His fingertips are the cup's mount,

The wine cup's stroke on his cheek

The cup’s mount is a set of fingertips,

Through them beauty has come to flow.

Has caused beauty to flow up and sparkle there.

In which beauty has come to flow.