عِنْدِي مُعَتَّقَةٌ تَوَدُّكَ صَافِيَهْ

عِنْدِي مُعَتَّقَةٌ تَوَدُّكَ صَافِيَهْ

وَنَدِيْمُكَ الدَّمِثُ الرَّقِيْقُ الحَاشِيَهْ

وَنَدِيْمُكَ الدَّمِثُ الرَّقِيْقُ الحَاشِيَهْ

I have a clear, aged wine that loves you,

I have a fair one who fondly waits for you,

And your affable drinking companion, gentle in manner.

Your boon companion, gentle, slim and true.

فَإِذَا طَرِبْتَ إِلَى السَّمَاعِ تَرَنَّمَتْ

فَإِذَا طَرِبْتَ إِلَى السَّمَاعِ تَرَنَّمَتْ

بِيْضَاءُ ذَاهِبَةٌ بِعَقْلِكَ دَاهِيَهْ

بِيْضَاءُ ذَاهِبَةٌ بِعَقْلِكَ دَاهِيَهْ

Then, when you yearn for music, she sings—

When you're inclined to music's swell, she'll sing

A cunning, fair-skinned woman who steals your wits.

A beauty rendering your mind its fee.

تَصِلُ الغِنَاءَ يَمِيْنَهَا بِشَمَالِهَا

تَصِلُ الغِنَاءَ يَمِيْنَهَا بِشَمَالِهَا

كَمُثَلَّثٍ أَضْلاَعُهُ مُتَسَاوِيَهْ

كَمُثَلَّثٍ أَضْلاَعُهُ مُتَسَاوِيَهْ

Her right hand joins her singing to her left,

Her singing binds the right hand to the left

Like a triangle whose sides are equal.

As angles of triangle, all equal length.

وَتُجِيْبُهَا سَوْدَاءُ تُعْمِلُ نَايَهَا

وَتُجِيْبُهَا سَوْدَاءُ تُعْمِلُ نَايَهَا

فَتُرِيْكَ كَافُوراُ يُقَاوِمُ غَالِيَهْ

فَتُرِيْكَ كَافُوراُ يُقَاوِمُ غَالِيَهْ

And a dark-skinned woman answers her, playing her flute,

The black one echoes, blowing on her flute,

Showing you camphor vying with ghāliyah perfume.

Shows you a camphor matching musk's expense.

فَاحْضَرْ فَقَدْ حَضَرَ السُّرُورُ وَلاَ تَدَعْ

فَاحْضَرْ فَقَدْ حَضَرَ السُّرُورُ وَلاَ تَدَعْ

يَوْمَاً يَفُوتُكَ فَهِيَ دُنْيَا فَانِيَهْ

يَوْمَاً يَفُوتُكَ فَهِيَ دُنْيَا فَانِيَهْ

So come, for joy has arrived, and do not let

Attend, for joy is present. Do not let

A day pass you by, for this is a fleeting world.

Days slip away; this life will soon fade hence.