مُسفِرٌ جاءَ بِكَأسِ مُزِجَت
في هَنا السُّكرِ
The cupbearer came with a cup mixed
With sugar in this calm
قَالَتِ النَّدمانُ شَمسٌ أُبرِزَت
مَع أَخِ البَدرِ
The bright sun rose, said the moons
Along with the full moon
أَيُّ ريمٍ ذي مَعانٍ أَعجَزَت
دِقَّةَ الفِكرِ
What words with meanings made wisdom
Lack thought
جاءَ بالكَأسِ قُبَيلَ السَّحَرِ
قالَتِ الأَكياس
He came with the cup near dawn
Said the pouches
طافَ بالشَّمسِ شَقيقُ القَمَرِ
في دُجى العَسعاسِ
The moon revolved around the sun
In the gloom of darkness
خَضَّبَ الرَّاحاتِ راحٌ صِبغُهُ
وَجنَةُ السَّاقي
The palm trees were painted red by a breeze
And cheek of the cupbearer
وَحَمى الوَردَ بِآسٍ صدُغُهُ
يا لَهُ واقٍ
And protected the roses with a staff whose strike
Oh, how watchful it is
أَرقَمٌ في كُلِّ قَلبٍ لَدغُهُ
ما لَهُ راقِ
A number stung every heart
With no shepherd
أَلبَسَ الكَأسَ ثِيابَ الزَّهَرِ
خَدُّ ساقي الكَاس
The cup dressed in flowers’ clothes
Cheek of the cupbearer
وحَمَى الوَردَ وآسَ الخَفَرِ
بِسنانِ الباس
And protected the roses and the sentry’s staff
With the snakes’ fangs
وَجهُهُ قَد أَطلَعَت بَهجَتُهُ
طَلعَةَ البَدرِ
His face shone with splendor
Like the rising moon
خَدُّهُ قَد أَنبَتَت وَجنَتُهُ
جَبَّةَ الزَّهرِ
His cheek grew roses
Like a flowered coat
رِيقُهُ قَد أَبدَعَت خَمرَتُهُ
حُمرَةَ الدُّرِ
His saliva created its wine
With a ruby’s redness
ثَغرُهُ يَسقي مُدامَ الدُّررِ
رُوحهُ الحَسَّاس
His lips serve eternal pearls
His sensitive soul
وَيُريكَ البَانَ تحتَ الأُزُرِ
عِطفُهُ المَيَّاس
And shows you lightning under the breasts
With his flexible passion
خالُهُ الزِّنجِيُّ في وَجنَتِهِ
خازِنُ الخُلدِ
His black mole in his cheek
Storing eternity
قَد كَساهُ الوَردُ من حُمرَتِهِ
حُلَّةَ الوَردِ
The roses dressed it in their redness
In their floral robe
إِنَّما يَحميه من مُقلَتِهِ
صارِمٌ هِندي
It only protects it from withering
A severe Indian
حُسنُهُ يُحمَى بِسِحرِ الحَوَرِ
من عُيونِ النَّاس
His beauty protected by ladies’ magic
From people’s eyes
يَحجُبُ الأَبصارَ عِندَ النَّظَرِ
يا لَها حُراس
Shielding sights when looking
Oh, what guards
أَيُّها الرَّاهِبُ مِمَّن تَرهَبُ
زَالَتِ الأَوهام
O monk who renounces
Visions are gone
انتَبِه فالدَّيرُ فيهِ طَرَبُ
أَيقَظَ النُّوَّام
Wake, the monastery is disturbed
Awakening the sleepy
هاتِ لي الكَأٍَ فعِندي يجبُ
شُربُها بالجام
Give me the cup, I must
Drink it in the goblet
أَيُّها القِسِّيسُ نَقرُ الوَتَرِ
أَيقَظَ الشَّمِّاس
O priest, we pluck the strings
Awakening the deacon
فاجلُ بالإِنجيلِ شَمسَ السُّوَرِ
واسقنِي بالطَّاس
So start the Gospel, sun of the wall
And serve me in the cup
