قَامَ مِثْلَ الغُصُنِ المَيْ

قَامَ مِثْلَ الغُصُنِ المَيْ

يادِ في غَضِّ الشَّبابِ

يادِ في غَضِّ الشَّبابِ

He stood like a swaying branch,

He rose like a tender branch in the prime of youth,

in the tender bloom of youth,

Mixing wine for us with the purest water from the spring,

يمزج الخمر لنا بالصْ

يمزج الخمر لنا بالصْ

صفْوِ مِنْ مَاءِ الرُّضابِ

صفْوِ مِنْ مَاءِ الرُّضابِ

mixing wine for us with

So that the goblet seemed to smile from beneath its foam,

the clear water of sweet saliva.

And a rosy garden flashed at you from beneath the veil.

فكَأَنَّ الكَأْسَ لَمّا

فكَأَنَّ الكَأْسَ لَمّا

ضَحِكَتْ تَحْتَ الحبابِ

ضَحِكَتْ تَحْتَ الحبابِ

And it was as though the cup, when

it smiled beneath the bubbles,

وجْنَةٌ حَمْراءُ لاحَتْ

وجْنَةٌ حَمْراءُ لاحَتْ

لَكَ مِنْ تَحْتِ النِّقابِ

لَكَ مِنْ تَحْتِ النِّقابِ

were a red cheek that appeared

to you from beneath the veil.