اِشْرَبْ على وَجْهِ الحَبيبِ المُقْبِلِ

اِشْرَبْ على وَجْهِ الحَبيبِ المُقْبِلِ

وعلى الفَمِ المُتَبَسِّمِ المُتقبّلِ

وعلى الفَمِ المُتَبَسِّمِ المُتقبّلِ

Drink to the face of the approaching beloved,

Drink from the face of the beloved who comes near,

and to the smiling mouth, receptive to kisses.

And from the smiling, accepting lips,

شُرباً يُذَكِّرُ كلَّ حُبٍّ آخِرٍ

شُرباً يُذَكِّرُ كلَّ حُبٍّ آخِرٍ

غَضٍّ ويُنْسي كُلَّ حُبٍّ أَوّلِ

غَضٍّ ويُنْسي كُلَّ حُبٍّ أَوّلِ

A draught that brings every later love to mind—

A drink that reminds of every other love,

fresh and tender—and makes you forget every earlier love.

Fresh, and makes one forget every early love.

نَقِّلْ فُؤادَكَ حيثُ شِئْتَ فلنْ تَرى

نَقِّلْ فُؤادَكَ حيثُ شِئْتَ فلنْ تَرى

كَهَوىً جَديدٍ أَوْ كَوَصْلٍ مُقْبِلِ

كَهَوىً جَديدٍ أَوْ كَوَصْلٍ مُقْبِلِ

Move your heart wherever you wish—you will never find

Move your heart wherever you wish, you will not see,

anything like a new passion or a union yet to come.

A new love or an impending union.

ما إنْ أَحِنُّ إلى خَرابٍ مُقْفِرٍ

ما إنْ أَحِنُّ إلى خَرابٍ مُقْفِرٍ

دَرَسَتْ مَعالِمُهُ كأَنْ لَمْ يُؤْهَلِ

دَرَسَتْ مَعالِمُهُ كأَنْ لَمْ يُؤْهَلِ

I do not yearn for a desolate ruin

When I yearn for a desolate, empty ruin,

whose landmarks have faded, as though it had never been inhabited.

Its features seem as though they were never inhabited.

مَقَتِي لِمَنْزلِيَ الذي اسْتَحدثْتُهُ

مَقَتِي لِمَنْزلِيَ الذي اسْتَحدثْتُهُ

أَمّا الذي وَلّى فليسَ بِمَنْزِلي

أَمّا الذي وَلّى فليسَ بِمَنْزِلي

My loathing is for the home I newly established;

I despise my house that I originated,

as for the one now past, it is no home of mine.

As for the one who turned away, it is not my house.