1. Rise, bring me this red wine before I lose my cheer,
It shines brightly in the drinking-cups of glass,

2. As if in its goblet a flash of lightning,
Or a flicker from a lamp.

3. A maiden whom, when she appeared,
Her pearls and necklace made seem chaste.

4. It circulates as the tender vine is bowed,
Swaying gently from the motion of his graceful gait.

5. When the lover sees him in the morning,
He checks his words and ceases to contend.

6. Hasten to pleasures in their time,
And unlock for the voice of companionship a musical sound.

7. Wake in the morning, for dawn has broken
And the morn bursts forth in splendor.

8. Do you not see, my boon companion, the flowers,
Swaying tipsily in the playful breeze?

9. The air is fragrant all around,
The meadows exultant from the dripping dew.

10. The winds blow gently, their breath
Filling the meadows with perfume.

11. I am one whose only medicine for his malady
Is that which I have composed as a remedy.

12. So relax with it your cares,
A breast burdened with the toil of separation.

13. By Allah, an apparition of a loved one departed,
Who traversed the dark night, and the night was pitch black.

14. He passed by us but was not rude,
He would not have been harmed had he tarried.

15. Alas for an era in which I attained wishes
With a longing fulfilled only after much yearning.

16. Would that one day he might return, for he had
Returned like the flowing waters, tumultuous.

17. By Allah, the memory of the encampment did not stir me,
Nor did that lively lad provoke my passion, save strongly!