أَنَشرُ الكِباءِ وَوَجهُ الأَميرِ

أَنَشرُ الكِباءِ وَوَجهُ الأَميرِ

وَصَوتُ الغِناءِ وَصافي الخُمورِ

وَصَوتُ الغِناءِ وَصافي الخُمورِ

Is it the fragrance of incense and the prince’s face,

I spread the wine cups and the prince's face

Is it the breath of incense and the Prince's face,

And the sound of singing and the pure wines?

And the singing voice and clarity of wines

The sound of singing and the wine of purest hue?

فَداوِ خُماري بِشُربي لَها

فَداوِ خُماري بِشُربي لَها

فَإِنّي سَكِرتُ بِشُربِ السُرورِ

فَإِنّي سَكِرتُ بِشُربِ السُرورِ

So cure my hangover by having me drink them,

Cure my intoxication with my drinking of it

So heal my hangover with a draught of it,

For I grew drunk from drinking joy.

For I have been drunk with drinking of joys

For I am drunk upon the cup of joy.