فَتَنَتنا السُلافَةُ العَذراءُ

فَتَنَتنا السُلافَةُ العَذراءُ

فَلَها وُدُّ نَفسِهِ وَالصَفاءُ

فَلَها وُدُّ نَفسِهِ وَالصَفاءُ

The virgin, first-pressed wine has bewitched us.

The pure virgin enchanted us,

So hers are his soul's love and purity.

She has the love of her soul and purity,

روحُ دَنٍّ لَها مِنَ الكَأسِ جِسمٌ

روحُ دَنٍّ لَها مِنَ الكَأسِ جِسمٌ

فَهيَ فيهِ كَالنارِ وَهوَ هَواءُ

فَهيَ فيهِ كَالنارِ وَهوَ هَواءُ

A wine jar's spirit, she has the cup for a body.

Her soft spirit from the cup has a body,

So within it she is like fire, while it is air.

So she is in it like fire and it is air,

وَإِذا مَجَّتِ الأَباريقُ بِالمُز

وَإِذا مَجَّتِ الأَباريقُ بِالمُز

نِ بِها شائِبٌ وَشابَ الماءُ

نِ بِها شائِبٌ وَشابَ الماءُ

And when the ewers spit out rain-

And when the jugs are filled with wine,

clouds, a gray-haired one is in her, and the water grows gray.

Grey hair is dyed by it and the water becomes youthful,

وَكَأَنَّ الحَبابَ إِذ مَزَجوها

وَكَأَنَّ الحَبابَ إِذ مَزَجوها

وَردَةٌ فَوقَ دُرَّةٍ بَيضاءُ

وَردَةٌ فَوقَ دُرَّةٍ بَيضاءُ

And the bubbles, when they mixed her, seemed like

And it is as if those who mixed it,

a white rose above a pearl.

A rose above a white pearl,

وَكَأَنَّ الَّذي يَشُمُّ ثَراها

وَكَأَنَّ الَّذي يَشُمُّ ثَراها

كَوكَباً كَفُّهُ عَلَيهِ سَماءُ

كَوكَباً كَفُّهُ عَلَيهِ سَماءُ

And for whoever smells her moist earth, it is as though

And it is as if the one who smells its scent,

it were a star, his palm a sky above it.

His palm cups a starry sky.