دعانا إلى اللَّهوِ داعي السُّرورِ

دعانا إلى اللَّهوِ داعي السُّرورِ

فبِتْنا نبوحُ بما في الصُّدورِ

فبِتْنا نبوحُ بما في الصُّدورِ

Joy's herald summoned us to revelry.

The caller of joy has called us to revelry

So we spent the night confiding what lay in our breasts.

So we remain, pouring out what’s in our hearts

وطافَتْ علينا بشَمْسِ الدِّنا

وطافَتْ علينا بشَمْسِ الدِّنا

نِفي غَلَسِ اللَّيلِ شمسُ الخُدورِ

نِفي غَلَسِ اللَّيلِ شمسُ الخُدورِ

And she went round among us with the sun of the wine jars,

The sun of religion has circled around us

in the night's darkness—the sun of curtained chambers.

In the darkness of night, the sun of cheeks shines

كأنَّ الكؤوسَ وقد كُلَّلَتْ

كأنَّ الكؤوسَ وقد كُلَّلَتْ

بِفَضْلاتِها بأكاليلِ نُورِ

بِفَضْلاتِها بأكاليلِ نُورِ

As though the cups, already crowned

As if the cups, now crowned

with their remnants as garlands of light,

With their overflowing, with crowns of light

جيوبٌ مِنَ الوَشْيِ مَزرُورَةٌ

جيوبٌ مِنَ الوَشْيِ مَزرُورَةٌ

يلوحُ عليها بياضُ النُّحورِ

يلوحُ عليها بياضُ النُّحورِ

were buttoned necklines of brocade,

Robes of satin embroidered

above which the whiteness of throats gleams.

On which the whiteness of cheeks appears