وَمُوسِّدينَ عَلى الأَكُفِّ خُدودَهم

قَد غالَهُم نَومُ الصَباحِ وَغالني

Leaning their cheeks upon their palms

Morning sleep had overcome them and overcome me

ما زِلتُ أَسقيهِم وَأَشرَبُ فَضلَهم

حَتّى سَكِرتُ وَنالَهُم ما نالَني

I kept giving them drink and serving their remains

Until I became drunk and the same fate befell them

وَالخَمرُ تَعلَمُ كَيفَ تَطلُبُ ثَأرَها

إِنّي أَمَلتُ إِناءَها فَأَمالَني

And wine knows how to take its revenge

I tilted its cup so it made me tilt