يا حابِسَ الكَأسِ خَيلَ الوَردِ قَد وَرَدَت

شُهباً وَكُمتاً أَدِر يا حابِسَ الكاسِ

O withholder of the cup, the horses of roses have arrived

As meteors and stars, so pour, o withholder of the cup

أَقسَمتُ ما الوَردُ في الأَزهارِ قاطِبَةً

إِلّا كَمِثلِ صَلاحِ الدينِ في الناسِ

I swear the roses in all the flowers

Are none but like Salah al-Din among the people

الوارِثِ المَجدَ عَن آبائِهِ أَبَداً

مِثلَ الخِلافَةِ في أَولادِ عَبّاسِ

He who inherited glory from his fathers eternally

As the caliphate among the Abbasid sons