أَلا بِاللَهِ مَتعَبى

بِخَمر يُبرىء المَصدور

Alas! With God I'm weary,

With wine that heals the breast.

فَمِثلى في تَقَلُّبِه

عَلى اِيدي الهَوى مَعذور

So I, in my turmoil,

At the hands of passion absolved.

فُؤادي آمَرناهُ

وَعَذرى اِنَّني مَأمور

My heart we bid

And my excuse is that I'm ordered.

فَقالَ اِذا يَكونُ غَدا

لِقائي اِنَّهُ مَبرور

So it said, tomorrow

My meeting, it is blessed.

وَاِمّا اليَومَ مَعذِرَة

اِلَيكَ لِاِنَّني مَخور

But today, my excuse

To you, for I'm drunk.

شَرابُ الاِمسِ غالَبَني

فَراقِب جِفنى المَكسور

Last night's drink overpowered me

So watch my broken eyelid.

أَفيكَ الوَعد يا هذا

وَسَعيي في الهَوى مَشكور

Is this your promise, oh you

And my passion's efforts thanked?

فَقُلتُ لَهُ اِتَمزَح بي

وَتَحرِمني اِجتِلاءَ النور

So I said to it, do you jest with me

And deprive me of light's robe?

أَتَهزَأُ بي لاِنَّكَ قَد

تَراني دائِماً مَدحور

Do you ridicule me, for you

See me always defeated?

اِذا ما كُنتَ رِضوانا

يَكونُ لي أُسوَة بِالحور

If you're pleased with me

I'll be like the heavenly maidens.

فَراقِب اِنتَ في تَلفى

وَحاذِر لَوعَةَ المَهجور

So watch yourself in disappearing

And beware the agony of the abandoned.

وَعِش دُنياكَ مُبتَسِماً

وَفي عُقباكَ كُن مَأجور

And live your life smiling

And in your future be rewarded.