يا مَن كَلِفتُ بِحُبِّهِ

كَلَفي بِكاساتِ العُقار

O you whom I am burdened with loving,

Burden me with cups of wine

وَحَياة ما في وَجنَتَي

كِ مِنَ الشَقائِقِ وَالبَهار

And a life that has in its cheeks

Roses and blossoms,

وَولوع رِدفك بِالتَرَج

رُجِ تَحتَ خَصرِكَ في الإِزار

And a burning desire buckled around your waist

In the sash,

ما إِن رَأَيتُ لِحُسنِ وَج

هِكَ في البَرِيَّةِ مِن نِجار

Never did I see in the wilderness

A face as beautiful as yours,

لَمّا رَأَيتُ الشَيبَ مِن

وَجهي بِما يَحكي الخِمار

When I saw the gray hairs on

My face telling of old age,

قالَت غُبارٌ قَد عَلا

كَ فَقُلتُ ذا غَيرِ الغُبار

She said it was just dust that had settled

On me, so I said this was not mere dust

هَذا الَّذي نَقَلَ المُلو

كَ إِلى القُبورِ مِنَ الدِيار

This is what transferred kings

From palaces to tombs,

قاَلَت ذَهَبتَ بِحُجَّتي

عَنّي بِحُسنِ الإِعتِذار

She said you have refuted my claim

With excellent counterarguments,

يا هَذِهِ أَرَأَيتِ لَي

لاً مُذ خُلِقتِ بِلا نَهار

O you, did you not see me

A night ever since I was created without day?