اِمْدَحِ الكَأْسَ ومَنْ أَعْمَلَها

واهْجُ قَوْماً قَتَلُونا بالعَطَشْ

Praise the cup and the one who made it

Curse a people who killed us with thirst

إِنّما الكَأْسُ رَبِيعٌ باكِرٌ

فَإذا ما الكَأْسُ غَابَتْ لَمْ نَعِشْ

The cup is only an early spring

If the cup is gone, we will not live