تَجنَّبَني حُسْنُ المُدامِ وطيبُها

تَجنَّبَني حُسْنُ المُدامِ وطيبُها

فقد ظَمِئَتْ نفسي وطال شُحوبُها

فقد ظَمِئَتْ نفسي وطال شُحوبُها

Wine's beauty and savor have shunned me;

The charm and sweetness of wine avoided me,

For my soul has grown thirsty, and its pallor has lingered.

My soul grew thirsty and its pallor prolonged.

وعندي ظُروفٌ لو تَظَرَّفَ دَهرُها

وعندي ظُروفٌ لو تَظَرَّفَ دَهرُها

لَمَا باتَ مُغْرىً بالكآبةِ كُوبُها

لَمَا باتَ مُغْرىً بالكآبةِ كُوبُها

And I have vessels—had their fate shown refinement,

My circumstances, if time would treat them kindly,

Their cup would not have spent the night enthralled by gloom.

Would not spend the night depressed and gloomy.

وشُعْثُ دِنانٍ خاوياتٍ كأنَّها

وشُعْثُ دِنانٍ خاوياتٍ كأنَّها

صُدورُ رجالٍ فارقَتْها قلوبُها

صُدورُ رجالٍ فارقَتْها قلوبُها

And disheveled, empty wine jars, as though they were

The dishevelment of empty flasks is as though

The chests of men whose hearts have left them.

They're the chests of men, left devoid of their hearts.

فسُقياكَ لا سُقْيا السَّحابِ فإنَّها

فسُقياكَ لا سُقْيا السَّحابِ فإنَّها

هيَ العِلَّةُ القُصوى وأنتَ طبيبُها

هيَ العِلَّةُ القُصوى وأنتَ طبيبُها

So give me drink yourself, not the clouds, for it

I bid you drink not like the rain clouds, for you

Is the gravest malady, and you are its physician.

Are the foremost cure, and the healer of its need.