زَمْزِمِي الْكَأْسَ وَهَاتِي

زَمْزِمِي الْكَأْسَ وَهَاتِي

واسْقِنِيهَا يا مَهاتِي

واسْقِنِيهَا يا مَهاتِي

Fill the cup to the brim and bring it,

Pour me a cup, my mother,

And give it to me to drink, O my oryx.

And serve it to me,

وامْزُجِيهَا بِرُضابٍ

وامْزُجِيهَا بِرُضابٍ

مِنْكِ مَعْسُولِ اللَّهاةِ

مِنْكِ مَعْسُولِ اللَّهاةِ

And mingle it with saliva

Mix it with the nectar

From you, honey-sweet to the palate.

Of your sweet welcome.

إِنَّما الرَّاحُ مَدارُ الْ

إِنَّما الرَّاحُ مَدارُ الْ

أُنْسِ فِي كُلِّ الجِهَاتِ

أُنْسِ فِي كُلِّ الجِهَاتِ

Wine is but the pivot of

For wine is the pivot

Good cheer in every quarter.

Of joy in every quarter;

طَالَما عَاصَيْتُ فِيهَا

طَالَما عَاصَيْتُ فِيهَا

أَهْلَ وُدِّي وَنُهَاتِي

أَهْلَ وُدِّي وَنُهَاتِي

Many a time, over it, I have defied

Long have I disobeyed

My loved ones and those who admonish me.

My family and dear ones;

لا أُبالِي فِي هَواهَا

لا أُبالِي فِي هَواهَا

بِسَمَاعِ التُّرَّهَاتِ

بِسَمَاعِ التُّرَّهَاتِ

In my love for it, I pay no heed

I care not what I hear

To the idle nonsense I hear.

From the mouths of blamers,

كَيْفَ أَخْشَى قَوْلَ دَاهٍ

كَيْفَ أَخْشَى قَوْلَ دَاهٍ

أَنا مِنْ قَوْمٍ دُهاةِ

أَنا مِنْ قَوْمٍ دُهاةِ

How could I fear a shrewd man's words,

How can I fear the words

When I am of a shrewd people?

Of a slanderer? I am of a daring tribe.