لِأَحِبَّتي أَن يَملَأوا

لِأَحِبَّتي أَن يَملَأوا

بِالصافِياتِ الأَكوُبا

بِالصافِياتِ الأَكوُبا

My loved ones may fill

For my loved ones to fill

Let my beloved companions fill

The cups with clear wine.

The cups to the brim

The goblets with wine, clear and pure,

وَعَلَيهِمِ أَن يَبذُلوا

وَعَلَيهِمِ أَن يَبذُلوا

وَعَلَيَّ أَن لا أَشرَبا

وَعَلَيَّ أَن لا أَشرَبا

And they must offer it,

And for them to give

And let them pour with open hands,

And I must not drink,

While I refrain from drinking

But as for me, I shall not drink,

حَتّى تَكونَ الباتِراتُ

حَتّى تَكونَ الباتِراتُ

المُسمِعاتُ فَأَطرَبا

المُسمِعاتُ فَأَطرَبا

Until the cleaving swords become

Until the desolate places

Until the sharp and severing blades

The singers—then I shall rejoice.

Hear and are delighted

Become the minstrels of my joy.