وَمعصِرَةٍ أَنَختُ بِها

وَمعصِرَةٍ أَنَختُ بِها

وَقَرنُ الشَمسِ لَم يَغِبِ

وَقَرنُ الشَمسِ لَم يَغِبِ

And at a winepress I halted my mount,

With a press I crushed grapes

while the sun's rim had not yet set.

Before the sun had set

فَخِلتُ قِزازَها بِالرا

فَخِلتُ قِزازَها بِالرا

حِ بَعضَ مَعادِنِ الذَهَبِ

حِ بَعضَ مَعادِنِ الذَهَبِ

So I took its glass vessels, filled with wine,

I emptied its pitcher with delight

for some mines of gold.

Some minerals of gold

وَقَد ذَرَفَت لِفَقدِ الكَر

وَقَد ذَرَفَت لِفَقدِ الكَر

مِ فيها أَعيُنُ العِنَبِ

مِ فيها أَعيُنُ العِنَبِ

And tears were shed for the loss of the vine

It shed tears for the absence of vines

by the eyes of the grapes within it.

In it the eyes of grapes wept

وَجاشَ عُبابُ واديها

وَجاشَ عُبابُ واديها

بِمُنهَلٍّ وَمُنسَكِبِ

بِمُنهَلٍّ وَمُنسَكِبِ

And its valley's swelling flood surged

Its valley's torrent gushed

with liquid pouring down and spilling forth.

At a watering hole and pouring

وَياقوتُ العَصيرِ بِها

وَياقوتُ العَصيرِ بِها

يلاعِبُ لُؤلُؤَ الحَبيبِ

يلاعِبُ لُؤلُؤَ الحَبيبِ

And there the ruby of the juice

The wine's rubies in it

plays with the beloved's pearls.

Frolicking with dear pearls

فَيا عَجباً لِعاصِرِها

فَيا عَجباً لِعاصِرِها

وَما يُغنى بِهِ عَجَبي

وَما يُغنى بِهِ عَجَبي

So, how I marvel at its presser!

So wonder at its presser

And what good does my wonder do him?

And what astonishes me

وَكَيفَ يَعيشُ وَهُوَ يَخو

وَكَيفَ يَعيشُ وَهُوَ يَخو

ضُ في بَحرٍ مِنَ اللَهَبِ

ضُ في بَحرٍ مِنَ اللَهَبِ

And how can he live while he wades

And how can he live

in a sea of flame?

Settling in a sea of flames