وافى الىَّ وكأْسُ الراحِ في يدهِ

وافى الىَّ وكأْسُ الراحِ في يدهِ

فَخِلْتُ من لطفهِ أَنَّ النسيمَ سَرَى

فَخِلْتُ من لطفهِ أَنَّ النسيمَ سَرَى

He came to me with a cup of wine in his hand.

He came with a cup of wine in his hand,

So gentle was he, I thought the breeze had drifted by.

So gentle was the breeze that I thought it was his charm.

لم تدركِ الراحُ شيئاً من شمائِلهِ

لم تدركِ الراحُ شيئاً من شمائِلهِ

والشَّمسُ لا ينبغي ان تدرك القَمَرَا

والشَّمسُ لا ينبغي ان تدرك القَمَرَا

The wine could not match any of his graces.

The wine could not perceive his beauty in any way,

And it is not for the sun to overtake the moon.

Just as the sun cannot perceive the moon.