وَنَديمٍ قَمَرَتهُ

وَنَديمٍ قَمَرَتهُ

غَفلَةُ الكَأسِ العُقار

غَفلَةُ الكَأسِ العُقار

And a drinking companion, bested

Friend, wandering thought's sweet distraction

by the heedlessness of the wine-cup,

Was from the ambrosial wine cup cast

لَم يَزَل ليلَتُهُ في

لَم يَزَل ليلَتُهُ في

فَلَكِ السُكرِ يُدار

فَلَكِ السُكرِ يُدار

remained all night within

All night his heaven wheeled in sweet reaction

the orbit of drunkenness, spun around.

Dizzy in drunkenness spun far and fast

قَهوَةٌ سُرُّ القَذى مِن

قَهوَةٌ سُرُّ القَذى مِن

ها لِعَينَيكَ جُبار

ها لِعَينَيكَ جُبار

Wine—the secret of the motes in

Coffee, balm and comfort after passion

it is of no consequence to your eyes.

Ah, your eyes! They make my own heart vast

فَتَرى كاساتِها تَق

فَتَرى كاساتِها تَق

دَحُ فيهُنَّ الشَرار

دَحُ فيهُنَّ الشَرار

So you see its goblets kin-

See the bubbles break and gleam, the bright ash

dling sparks within them.

Sputter sparks in cups the old age passed

وَكَساها الماءُ شَيباً

وَكَساها الماءُ شَيباً

لَم يَكُن فيهِ وَقار

لَم يَكُن فيهِ وَقار

And water clothed it in gray hair,

Yet waters, silvery with borrow'd white

in which there was no dignity.

Cannot veil their want of soberness