إِنَّما العَيشُ مُدامٌ أَحمَرُ
قامَ يَسقيهِ غُلامٌ أَحوَرُ
Life is nothing but red wine.
A wide-eyed youth rose to pour it.
وَعَلى الأَقداحِ وَالأَدواحِ مِن
حَبَبٍ نورٌ وَتُبرٌ أَصفَرُ
And on the goblets and the trees, from
Bubbles, come blossoms and yellow gold.
فَكَأَنَّ الدَوحَ كاسٌ أَزبَدَت
وَكَأَنَّ الكاسَ دَوحٌ مُزهِرُ
The tree seems a goblet brimming with foam,
And the goblet seems a flowering tree.
Sol 6