إِلى م تَرى غَضبان لِلعَهد ناسيا

إِلى م تَرى غَضبان لِلعَهد ناسيا

وَعَطفك ذا لين وَقَلبك قاسيا

وَعَطفك ذا لين وَقَلبك قاسيا

How long must I see you angry, forgetful of our covenant?

How long will you appear angry, forgetful of the pledge,

Your form is all suppleness, yet your heart is hard.

With your frame so supple, yet your heart so hard?

بِعَيشك هِب لي مِن رضابك نَهلة

بِعَيشك هِب لي مِن رضابك نَهلة

فَقَد حَبس النَدمان عَني كاسيا

فَقَد حَبس النَدمان عَني كاسيا

By your life, grant me one draught of your lips’ nectar,

By your life, grant me a draught of your sweet saliva;

for the drinking companion has withheld my cup from me.

For the drinking companion has withheld my cup from me.

وَما أَنا مَن وَفي الشَباب حُقوقَهُ

وَما أَنا مَن وَفي الشَباب حُقوقَهُ

وَقَد أَخَذت أَيدي المَشيب براسيا

وَقَد أَخَذت أَيدي المَشيب براسيا

I am not one who gave youth all its due,

And I am not one who has paid youth its due,

and the hands of gray age have seized me by the head.

Though the hands of gray hair have already seized my head.

وَغادَرني اهتزّ كَالغُصن لَوعة

وَغادَرني اهتزّ كَالغُصن لَوعة

تَذكر لَيلات فَدَتها حَواسيا

تَذكر لَيلات فَدَتها حَواسيا

It has left me trembling like a branch, in anguish,

And I was left quivering like a branch by the anguish

as I remember nights—may all my senses be their ransom—

Of recalling nights—may my senses be their ransom—

لَيال بِها كُنت السَمير وَخَمرَتي

لَيال بِها كُنت السَمير وَخَمرَتي

لَماك وَمِن خَدَيك وَردي وَآسيا

لَماك وَمِن خَدَيك وَردي وَآسيا

nights when I was the evening companion, and my wine

Nights when you were my evening companion, and my wine was

was the dusky hue of your lips; from your cheeks came my rose and my myrtle.

The dusky hue of your lips; from your cheeks came my roses and my myrtle.