عَلِّلاني بِعاتِقاتِ الكُرومِ

وَاِسقِياني بِكَأسِ أُمِّ حَكيمِ

Entwine me with the vines' tendrils,

And let me drink from the chalice of the wise mother.

إِنَّها تَشرَبُ المُدامَةَ صِرفاً

في إِناءٍ مِنَ الزُجاجِ عَظيمِ

For she drinks the wine undiluted

In a great glass vessel.

جَنِّبوني أَذاةَ كُلِّ لَئيمِ

إِنَّهُ ما عَلِمتُ شَرُّ نَديمِ

Spare me the harm of any scoundrel,

For I know not the evil of a boon companion.

ثُمَّ إِن كانَ في النَدامى كَريمٌ

فَأَذيقوهُ مَسَّ بَعضِ النَعيمِ

But if among the revelers there is a noble one,

Let him taste some of the bliss.

لَيتَ حَظّي مِنَ النِساءِ سُلَيمى

إِنَّ سَلمايَ جَنَّتي وَنَعيمي

Would that my share of women were perfect,

For my Salma is my heaven and delight.

فَدَعوني مِنَ المَلامَةِ فيها

إِنَّ مَن لامَني لَغَيرُ حَليمِ

So cease blaming me for her,

For he who blames me is not wise.