يَومٌ مِنَ الأَيّام لَيسَ بِدونِ

ما فيهِ غَيرَ خَلاعَةٍ وَمُجونِ

One day of days is not without

In it nothing but letting loose and carefree joy

فَاِسقِ اِبنَةَ العُنقودِ مِنّي ظامِئاً

ما إِن يَعوجُ عَلى اِبنَةِ جونِ

So give the daughter of the grape cluster from me, thirsty

As soon as it inclines toward the darling daughter

فَالأَرضُ قَد لَبِسَت مِن نَبتِها

فَرشاً مَراتِبُهُ أَبو قَلَمونِ

For the earth has worn from her plants

Carpets layered, their father Mount Qalamoun