ساعٍ بِكَأْسٍ بين نُدْماءِ

ساعٍ بِكَأْسٍ بين نُدْماءِ

كالغُصنِ المعصَّرِ الماءِ

كالغُصنِ المعصَّرِ الماءِ

One passing with a cup among drinking companions,

A cupbearer among friends

Like a bough with its moisture squeezed out.

Like a squeezed branch of water

أَغارُ من وقْفَتِهِ كلَّما

أَغارُ من وقْفَتِهِ كلَّما

قال لِحاسي الكأْسِ مَوْلائي

قال لِحاسي الكأْسِ مَوْلائي

I grow jealous of his pausing whenever

I envy his standing whenever

He says to the one sipping the cup, “My lord.”

He says to the cup-bearer, my lord

حَتَّى لقد صاروا وَهُمْ إِخْوتي

حَتَّى لقد صاروا وَهُمْ إِخْوتي

مِنْ شِدَّةِ الغَيْرَةِ أَعْدائي

مِنْ شِدَّةِ الغَيْرَةِ أَعْدائي

So much so that they have become, though they are my brothers,

To the point where they, though my brethren

Through the intensity of jealousy, my enemies.

Have become, from an excess of envy, my enemies