لا يَحمِلونَ وَأَحمِلُ

لا يَحمِلونَ وَأَحمِلُ

أَنا في الغَرامِ الأَولُ

أَنا في الغَرامِ الأَولُ

They do not bear, while I bear.

They do not carry, yet I carry

I am foremost in love.

I am first in passion

هُم يَعشَقونَ بِشِعرِهِم

هُم يَعشَقونَ بِشِعرِهِم

أَمّا أَنا فَبِأَدمُعي

أَمّا أَنا فَبِأَدمُعي

They love with their poetry;

They love with their poetry

As for me, with my tears,

As for me, with my tears

بِدَمي بِأَعراقي بِروحي

بِدَمي بِأَعراقي بِروحي

بِالشَبابِ الممرعِ

بِالشَبابِ الممرعِ

With my blood, with my veins, with my soul,

My blood, my sweat, my soul

With luxuriant youth.

With exuberant youth

قالوا ثَمِلنا وَاِستَفقنا

قالوا ثَمِلنا وَاِستَفقنا

قُلتُ لا لَم يَفعَلوا

قُلتُ لا لَم يَفعَلوا

They said, “We grew drunk and sobered up.”

They said we are sated and awakened

I said, “No, they did not.”

I said no, they did not

لَم يَعرِفوا سُكرَ الغَرامِ

لَم يَعرِفوا سُكرَ الغَرامِ

لِأَنَّهُم لَم يَحفلوا

لِأَنَّهُم لَم يَحفلوا

They did not know the intoxication of love,

They never knew intoxication of passion

Because they cared not

For they never cared

بِالخَمرِ بَل بِزُجاجَةِ

بِالخَمرِ بَل بِزُجاجَةِ

الكَأسِ الَّتي لا تُثمِلُ

الكَأسِ الَّتي لا تُثمِلُ

For wine, but for the glass

For wine, but for the bottle

Of the cup, which does not intoxicate.

The glass that does not intoxicate