وصهباءَ رقَّتْ فاسترقَّتْ عُقُولَنا

وصهباءَ رقَّتْ فاسترقَّتْ عُقُولَنا

عَلَى أَنَّها قد أَعْتَقَتْنَا مِنَ الهمِّ

عَلَى أَنَّها قد أَعْتَقَتْنَا مِنَ الهمِّ

And tawny wine grew delicate and so enslaved our minds,

The fair one was gentle, so she stole our minds,

Though she has indeed freed us from sorrow.

As though she had freed us from care;

إِذا مُزِجَت كَانَ المزَاجُ فِدىً لها

إِذا مُزِجَت كَانَ المزَاجُ فِدىً لها

ولو أَن ذاك المزْجَ أَخْفَى مِنَ الوَهْمِ

ولو أَن ذاك المزْجَ أَخْفَى مِنَ الوَهْمِ

When she is mixed, the mixing liquid is a ransom for her,

When she mixed with us her mixture was a ransom for her,

Even if that mixing is subtler than a thought.

And even if that mixing were less than a phantom's fancy.