فيin ظُلمةdarkness هَمّيَmy sorrow الطّلىthe wine مِصباحُa lamp
في ظُلمة هَمّيَ الطّلى مِصباحُ
هاتواbring it فَبِهاfor through it تواصلُcontinue الأَفراحُjoys
هاتوا فَبِها تواصلُ الأَفراحُ
In the darkness of my sorrow, wine is a lamp.
Bring it, for through it joys continue.
هَذاthis نَدَبُprize العَيشِlife حَواهُhas held it يَدُthe hand مَنone who
هَذا نَدَبُ العَيشِ حَواهُ يَدُ مَن
قَدindeed أَظفَرَhas made victorious قَدحَthe cup لَهوِهِof his pleasure الأَقداحُthe goblets
قَد أَظفَرَ قَدحَ لَهوِهِ الأَقداحُ
This is life's prize, held in the hand of one
Whose cup of pleasure the goblets have made victorious.
Sol 6.1