أدرها سلافا ما ألمت بمنزل

أدرها سلافا ما ألمت بمنزل

ولا نزلت إلا لتسعد طالعه

ولا نزلت إلا لتسعد طالعه

Pass it round, pure wine: never has it visited a dwelling

I knew her a gentle woman, she had not wronged her abode

Or alighted there save to make its ascendant auspicious.

Nor descended on it except to make happy its rising star

وما اجتمعت والهم يوماً لأنها

وما اجتمعت والهم يوماً لأنها

بكاساتها صفراءُ للهم فاقعه

بكاساتها صفراءُ للهم فاقعه

Nor has it ever met with sorrow, for

She has never assembled with worries for she

In its cups it is bright yellow, shattering sorrow.

With her goblets, yellow, is to worries a dreadful fall