إِن كُنتِ تَسقينَ غَيرَ الراحِ فَاِسقيني

كَأساً أَلَذُّ بِها مَن فيكِ تَشفيني

If you quench the thirst of others, not me,

Then give me a cup, delightful, healing.

عَيناكِ راحي وَريحاني حَديثُكِ لي

وَلَونُ خَدَّيكِ لَونُ الوَردِ يَكفيني

Your eyes bring me rest, your words joy,

The blush of your cheek is rose enough for me.

إِذا نَهانِيَ عَن شُربِ الطَلا حَرَجٌ

فَخَمرُ عَينِكِ يُغنيني وَيُجزيني

When inhibited from ruby wine for propriety,

The wine of your eyes intoxicates, fulfills me.

لَولا عَلاماتُ شَيبٍ لَو أَتَت وَعَظَت

لَقَد صَحَوتُ وَلَكِن سَوفَ تَأتيني

Were it not for signs of age coming to advise

I’d have awakened, but more will come to me.

أَرضى الشَبابَ فَإِنَّ أَهلَك فَعَن قَدَرٍ

وَإِن بَقَيتُ فَإِنَّ الشَيبَ يُسليني

I accept my youth, your people had their fate,

And if I remain, then grey hair will console me.