لي خَمرَةُ راسٍ بِها الراسُ

لي خَمرَةُ راسٍ بِها الراسُ

في مِزجِها لِلناسِ إيناسُ

في مِزجِها لِلناسِ إيناسُ

I have a wine through which the head rose to eminence.

I have a wine jug, through which heads become intoxicated

In its blending there is solace for people.

In its blend is delight for people

بِكَأسِها كاسُ النَدى وَلَو

بِكَأسِها كاسُ النَدى وَلَو

لا الراحُ ما اِرتاحوا وَلا كاسوا

لا الراحُ ما اِرتاحوا وَلا كاسوا

Through its cup, generosity grew wise; and were

With its cup the cup of dew, even if

it not for wine, they would neither find ease nor grow wise.

There was no respite, they would not rest, nor drink