سَقِّنيها مَدامَةً

تُذهَبُ الهَمَّ وَالكَمَد

Pour me some wine

To take away cares and sorrow

بِنتُ كَرمٍ كَأَنَّها

وَهيَ في الكَأسِ تَتَّقِد

The daughter of the vine is like

Flames in a cup, burning bright

ذَهَبٌ ذابَ في إِنا

ءٍ مِنَ الماءِ قَد جَمَد

Gold melted in

Water that's frozen straight

دَمُها حينَ يُخرِجُ ال

ماءُ أَحشاءَها بَرَد

Her blood when the water brings out

Her guts are chilled right