أَلا سَقِّياني فَالظَلامُ قَدِ انجَلى

أَلا سَقِّياني فَالظَلامُ قَدِ انجَلى

وَأَبدَت تَباشيرُ الصَباحِ عَمودَها

وَأَبدَت تَباشيرُ الصَباحِ عَمودَها

Come, you two, give me a drink, for the darkness has lifted,

Oh cupbearer, the darkness has cleared away

And morning’s first gleams have revealed their pillar of light:

And dawn has raised its pillars of light

سُلافاً كَأَنَّ المِسكَ كانَ لِدَنِّها

سُلافاً كَأَنَّ المِسكَ كانَ لِدَنِّها

خِتاماً وَماءَ الوَردِ رَوّى صَعيدَها

خِتاماً وَماءَ الوَردِ رَوّى صَعيدَها

Pure wine—as though musk had been for its jar

With lips pure as musk it seems

A seal, and rosewater had drenched its soil.

And the rose's dew has moistened its earth