سقياً لدهري اذا غَصَّ واِذْ

سقياً لدهري اذا غَصَّ واِذْ

القى المُدام بتكسيرٍ وتقليسِ

القى المُدام بتكسيرٍ وتقليسِ

May rain bless my days when they brimmed, and when

When life seems bitter, full of tears

I greeted wine with swaying and celebratory dancing.

I smash the glass and drain the dregs

وابذرُ التبرَ في صفراءَ صافيةٍ

وابذرُ التبرَ في صفراءَ صافيةٍ

كأَنَّ في الكأسِ ما قد كانَ في الكيسِ

كأَنَّ في الكأسِ ما قد كانَ في الكيسِ

And I scatter gold dust into clear yellow wine,

Then scatter pearls into pure saffron wine

As though what had been in the purse were in the cup.

As though the pouch once held the cup’s contents