يَومُ سَبتٍ وَعِندَنا ما كَفى الحُرَّ

يَومُ سَبتٍ وَعِندَنا ما كَفى الحُرَّ

وَطَعامٌ وَالوَردُ مِنّا قَريبُ

وَطَعامٌ وَالوَردُ مِنّا قَريبُ

It is Saturday, and we have enough for a freeborn man,

A Saturday, and we have enough to free a monk,

And food, and roses close at hand.

Food and roses are close at hand.

وَلَنا مَجلِسٌ عَلى النَهرِ فَيّا

وَلَنا مَجلِسٌ عَلى النَهرِ فَيّا

حٌ فَسيحٌ تَرتاحُ فيهِ القُلوبُ

حٌ فَسيحٌ تَرتاحُ فيهِ القُلوبُ

And we have a spacious gathering-place beside the river,

We have a gathering by the river, so come!

Roomy, where hearts find rest.

A spacious, comforting place for hearts.

وَدَوامُ المُدامِ يُدنيكَ مِمَّن

وَدَوامُ المُدامِ يُدنيكَ مِمَّن

كُنتَ تَهوى وَإِن جَفاكَ الحَبيبُ

كُنتَ تَهوى وَإِن جَفاكَ الحَبيبُ

And continual drinking of wine draws you near to the one

The flowing wine brings you close to her

You loved, even if the beloved has shunned you.

You love, even if the beloved was cold.

فَأتِنا يا مُحَمَّد بنِ يَزيدٍ

فَأتِنا يا مُحَمَّد بنِ يَزيدٍ

في اِستِتارِ كَي لا يَراكَ الرَقيبُ

في اِستِتارِ كَي لا يَراكَ الرَقيبُ

So come to us, O Muhammad ibn Yazid,

So come to us, Muhammad ibn Yazid

In secret, so the watcher does not see you.

In secret, so the watcher cannot see.

نَطرُدِ الهَمَّ بِاِصطِباحِ ثَلاثٍ

نَطرُدِ الهَمَّ بِاِصطِباحِ ثَلاثٍ

مُترَعاتٍ تُنفى بِهِنَّ الكُروبُ

مُترَعاتٍ تُنفى بِهِنَّ الكُروبُ

Let us drive away care by drinking three morning cups,

We banish cares with a morning drink,

Brimming full, through which sorrows are dispelled.

Three drafts that drive away sorrows.

إِنَّ في الراحِ راحَةً مِن جَوى الحُب

إِنَّ في الراحِ راحَةً مِن جَوى الحُب

بِ وَقَلبي إِلى الأَديبِ طَروبُ

بِ وَقَلبي إِلى الأَديبِ طَروبُ

Indeed, in wine there is relief from love's burning anguish,

In comfort there’s respite from love’s fever,

And my heart thrills with longing for the man of letters.

And my heart turns fondly to the poet.

لا يَرعكَ المَشيبُ مِنّي فَإِنّي

لا يَرعكَ المَشيبُ مِنّي فَإِنّي

ما ثَناني عَنِ النَصابي المَشيبُ

ما ثَناني عَنِ النَصابي المَشيبُ

Do not let my gray hair alarm you, for

Grey hair won’t stop me from you,

Gray hair has not turned me from [youthful dalliance].

Grey hair never turned me from carousing mates.