اشْرَبْ هَنِيّاً على وردٍ وتَوْرِيدِ

ولا تَبِعْ طِيبَ مَوجُودٍ بِمَفْقُودِ

Drink joyfully, amid roses and fragrance,

And seek not a sweet odour that comes with loss.

نَحنُ الشُّهودُ وخَفْقُ العُودِ خاطِبُنَا

نُزَوِّجُ ابنَ سَحَابٍ بِنْتَ عُنْقودِ

We are the witnesses, the lute's stroke our suitor,

Wedding the son of a cloud to a cluster's daughter.

كَأْسٌ إذا أَبْصَرَتْ في القومِ مُحْتَشِماً

قال السُّرورُ له قُمْ غيرَ مَطْرودِ

When the cup spies a modest one amid the throng,

“Arise,” joy says, “you are not to be turned away.”

أَمَا تَرَى الحُسْنَ والإِحْسانَ قَدْ جُمِعَا

فاشْرَبْ فإنّكَ في عُرْسٍ وفي عِيدِ

Do you not see, beauty and kindness are joined here?

Drink then, for you are at a feast and celebration.