حُثّ الكُؤوسَ فَكُلَّ همَ

م بِالمُدامَةِ يَذهَبُ

Urge the cups and let every care

Vanish in the delights of wine

ما دامَ ظَلُّ العَيشِ مَم

دوداً عَلَيكَ يُطَنَّبُ

While the shadow of life remains outspread

And Time shows its wings are yet unshorn

فَحَوادِثُ الأَيّامِ ما

لِلمَرءِ عَنها مَذهَبُ

For the accidents of Fate before which

No mortal man has any escape