إِذا ما شَرِبتُ الخَمرَ صِرفاً مُهَنَّأً

شَرِبنا الَّذي مِن مِثلِهِ شَرِبَ الكَرمُ

When I drink the wine, pure and gratifying,

We have drunk of a draught like that which the vine imbibes;

أَلا حَبَّذا قَومٌ نَداماهُمُ القَنا

يُسَقّونَها رَيّاً وَساقيهِمُ العَزمُ

How splendid a folk whose drinking companions are spears,

Quenched fully by the cup, while their cupbearer is Resolve.