أَراني في مُعاقَرَةِ الحُمَيّا

أَراني في مُعاقَرَةِ الحُمَيّا

عَلى طَرفي نَقيضَ مُستَمِرِّ

عَلى طَرفي نَقيضَ مُستَمِرِّ

I see myself, when it comes to drinking strong wine,

I see myself drinking wine

at the two poles of an unending contradiction:

Continuously on the verge of excess

فَعِندي مانِعٌ خَوفي وَضَعفي

فَعِندي مانِعٌ خَوفي وَضَعفي

وَعِندَ مُقتَضٍ هَمّي وَفِكري

وَعِندَ مُقتَضٍ هَمّي وَفِكري

for I have a deterrent—my fear and my weakness—

My fear and frailty prevent me

and a motive—my sorrow and my thoughts.

While my worries and thoughts compel me