يَا حَبَذَا الكاَسُ بِكَفِّ الحَبِيبْ

يَا حَبَذَا الكاَسُ بِكَفِّ الحَبِيبْ

أَذَابَت الأَنَوْارَ وَسْطَ اللَّهِيبْ

أَذَابَت الأَنَوْارَ وَسْطَ اللَّهِيبْ

Oh, how lovely the cup in the beloved's hand!

O how delightful is the cup in the hand of the beloved

It has melted the lights amid the blaze.

It melted the lights amidst the flames

وحَبَذَا الرَّاحُ الَّتِي لَمْ تَزَلْ

وحَبَذَا الرَّاحُ الَّتِي لَمْ تَزَلْ

تَصْرِفُنِي بِالسُّكْرِ حَتَّى أَغِيبْ

تَصْرِفُنِي بِالسُّكْرِ حَتَّى أَغِيبْ

And how lovely the wine that has never ceased

And how delightful is the wind that never stopped

To carry me away in drunkenness until I lose awareness.

Intoxicating me with rapture until I disappear

يَا غُصْنَ البَانِ أَدِرْ وَرْدَهُ

يَا غُصْنَ البَانِ أَدِرْ وَرْدَهُ

والوَرْدُ في البَانِ لَعَمرِي عَجِيبْ

والوَرْدُ في البَانِ لَعَمرِي عَجِيبْ

O bough of the bān tree, pass round its rose;

O branch of acacia, turn its roses

And a rose upon the bān tree, by my life, is wondrous!

And the roses on the acacia are for me wondrous

وَنَاوِلِ الأَقْمَارَ شُهْبَ الدُّجَى

وَنَاوِلِ الأَقْمَارَ شُهْبَ الدُّجَى

يَا شمْسُ والأَمْرُ أَيْضاً غَرِيبْ

يَا شمْسُ والأَمْرُ أَيْضاً غَرِيبْ

And offer the moons the shooting stars of night,

And pass the moons the sparks of dusk

O sun—and this too is strange!

O sun and the matter is also strange

أَفْدِيكَ مَا فِي صَبْوَتِي رَيْبَةٌ

أَفْدِيكَ مَا فِي صَبْوَتِي رَيْبَةٌ

وَلاَ لِسُلْوَانِي بِقَلْبِ تَصِيبْ

وَلاَ لِسُلْوَانِي بِقَلْبِ تَصِيبْ

I would ransom you; there is no doubt in my passion,

I sacrifice for you, there is no doubt in my youth

Nor do you find room in a heart for my forgetting.

Nor any fault in my infatuation

فَاحْكُمْ بِمَا شئْتَ سِوَى جَفْوَتِي

فَاحْكُمْ بِمَا شئْتَ سِوَى جَفْوَتِي

فِعْلُ حَبِيبي كُلُّهُ لي حَبِيبْ

فِعْلُ حَبِيبي كُلُّهُ لي حَبِيبْ

So decree whatever you wish, except to shun me:

So judge as you wish besides my aloofness

My beloved's every deed is dear to me.

For the act of my beloved is all dear to me