وَصَلْتُ غَبُوقي بالصَّبُوحِ وإنَّما

وَصَلْتُ غَبُوقي بالصَّبُوحِ وإنَّما

حَيَاتي غَبُوقٌ مُسْعِدٌ وَصَبُوحُ

حَيَاتي غَبُوقٌ مُسْعِدٌ وَصَبُوحُ

I joined my evening draught to the morning draught, and indeed

I reached my sadness at dawn, though

my life is nothing but a gladdening evening draught and a morning draught.

my life is a happy sadness and a dawn

وَنبهَّتُ عِيداني وَلَمْ تَعْبثِ الصَّبا

وَنبهَّتُ عِيداني وَلَمْ تَعْبثِ الصَّبا

بِعُودٍ وَلمْ يَنطِقْ عَليهِ صَدُوحُ

بِعُودٍ وَلمْ يَنطِقْ عَليهِ صَدُوحُ

And I roused my lutes, while the east wind had not yet played

I awakened my fire sticks, but the morning breeze

with a bough, nor had a songbird sung upon it.

did not play with a stick or speak through a bellow

كَأَنِي سَلَبْتُ الدِّيكَ في الكَأْسِ عَيْنَهُ

كَأَنِي سَلَبْتُ الدِّيكَ في الكَأْسِ عَيْنَهُ

فَقَامَ مَرُوعاً مِن كَراهُ يَصِيحُ

فَقَامَ مَرُوعاً مِن كَراهُ يَصِيحُ

As though, in the cup, I had robbed the rooster of its eye,

It was as if I had plucked out the rooster's eye in the goblet

so it rose, startled from its slumber, crowing.

So it stood up startled, screaming out of hatred