أَدِر يا طَلعَةَ البَدرِ

عَلينا أَنجُمَ الخَمرِ

Shine upon us, O rising moon,

The stars of wine,

وَقَطِّع لَيلَنا بِالكَأسِ

حَتّى مَطلِعِ الفَجرِ

And cut up our night with cups

Until the dawn rises

عَلى فَتّانَةَ العَينَينِ

وَالخَدَّينِ وَالثَغرِ

Upon the charms of the eyes

And the cheeks and lips

مِنَ السُمرِ اللَواتي

هُنَّ أَمثالُ القَنا السُمرِ

Of the brown-skinned girls

Who are like the horns.

لَنا مِن وَجهِها قَمَرٌ

وَمِن نَغَماتِها قُمري

From her face we have a moon

And from her melodies a singer

كَذا فَليَشرَبِ الصَهباءُ

مِثلي يا ذَوي الشِعرِ

Thus should the grey-haired drink

Like me, O people of poetry

كَذا في لَيلَةِ الجُمُعَةِ

في لَيلَةِ القَدرِ

Thus on the eve of Friday

On the eve of Destiny

مَعَ الفِتيانِ في الحاناتِ

بَينَ الطَبلِ وَالزَمرِ

With the lads in the taverns

Between drums and pipes

بِحَيثُ اِبنَ مَلِكدادِ

وَحَيثُ اِبنَ أَبي الدُرِّ

Where is the son of Malikdad

And where is the son of Abu Durr

حَريفانِ حُرافانِ

بِلا قَدرٍ وَلا قِدرِ

Two jesters, two buffoons

With neither fortune nor honour