سَقى اللَهُ يَوماً ساعَدَتنا كُؤوسُهُ

سَقى اللَهُ يَوماً ساعَدَتنا كُؤوسُهُ

عَلى حينَ ما جادَ الزَمانُ بِمُسعِدِ

عَلى حينَ ما جادَ الزَمانُ بِمُسعِدِ

May God water a day whose cups came to our aid,

One day, God quenched our thirst, as generous cups overflowed,

at a time when Time offered no helper.

At a time when fortune smiled on us, making our lives joyful.

جَلَونا عَليهِ الخَمرَ حَتّى تَكَشَّفَت

جَلَونا عَليهِ الخَمرَ حَتّى تَكَشَّفَت

فَواقِعُها عَن لَونِها المُتَوَرِّدِ

فَواقِعُها عَن لَونِها المُتَوَرِّدِ

We unveiled the wine that day, until it shed

We poured the wine ceaselessly, till it was unveiled,

its bubbles, revealing its rosy hue.

Revealing its rosy complexion in sheer delight.

نَفُضُّ لَنا عَنها حَباباً كَأَنَّهُ

نَفُضُّ لَنا عَنها حَباباً كَأَنَّهُ

قَذىً يَتَمَشّى بَينَ أَجفانِ أَرمَدِ

قَذىً يَتَمَشّى بَينَ أَجفانِ أَرمَدِ

We clear its foam away for ourselves, as though it were

We shook off its bubbles as though they were motes,

a mote drifting between a sore-eyed man's eyelids.

Dancing between the lashes of bleary eyes.

وَنَدمانِ صِدقٍ تَسلُبُ الراحُ عَقلَهُ

وَنَدمانِ صِدقٍ تَسلُبُ الراحُ عَقلَهُ

وَتَسلُبُها خَداهُ حُسنَ التَوَرُّدِ

وَتَسلُبُها خَداهُ حُسنَ التَوَرُّدِ

And many a faithful drinking companion—wine steals his reason,

And in our truthful intoxication, the wind robbed our minds,

while his cheeks rob it of the beauty of its rosy blush.

As it robbed the cheeks of their rosy blush.

فَلا زالَتِ الأَيامُ تَجري صُروفُها

فَلا زالَتِ الأَيامُ تَجري صُروفُها

عَلينا بِمَغبوطٍ مِنَ العَيشِ سَرمَدَ

عَلينا بِمَغبوطٍ مِنَ العَيشِ سَرمَدَ

So may the days' changing fortunes never cease to flow

So the days continued to pass with their changing tides,

upon us with a life to be envied, forever.

Bringing us a life of pure joy and eternal bliss.