خُذا مِنَ العَيشِ فالأعمارُ فانيةٌ

والدَّهْرُ مُنصَرِفٌ والعَيشُ مُنقَرِضُ

Take from life, for ages are fleeting,

And time is turning, and life is fading.

في حاملِ الكأسِ من بَدْرِ الدُّجَى خَلَفٌ

وفي المُدامَةِ من شَمْسِ الضُّحَى عِوَضُ

In the cup-bearer at dawn lingers

A replacement for the sun at noon.

كأنَّ نَجْمَ الثُّرَيَّا كَفُّ ذي كَرَمٍ

مَبسوطَةٌ للعَطايا ليسَ تَنقَبِضُ

As though the Pleiades were the palm

Of a generous one, opened, not closed.

دارَتْ علينا كؤوسُ الخَمْرِ مُترَعَةً

وللدُّجى عارِضٌ في الجَوِّ مُعتَرِضُ

The wine cups circled around us brimming,

And opposing the darkness, intercepting in the air.

حتَّى رَأَيتُ نُجومَ اللَّيلِ غائِرَةً

كأنَّهُنَّ عيونٌ حَشْوُها رَمَضُ

Until I saw the stars of night hidden

As though they were eyes filled with sleep.