قَضَتْ خَمْرُ الثُّغُورِ

بِفِطْرِ الصَّائِمِينَا

The wine of the lips has decreed

the breaking of the fast for those who fast,

وَصَوْمِ الْمُفْطِرِينَا

قَضَى صَرْفُ الدُّهُورِ

and the fasting of those who break their fast.

The turning of time has decreed

بِبَيْنِ الْعَاشِقِينَا

وَحَيْنِ الْبَائِنِينَا

the separation of lovers,

and the doom of those separated.

وَرُبَّ فَتًى يُهَابُ

جَلِيلٌ فِي النُّفُوسِ

And many a feared youth,

majestic in the hearts of men,

يُذَلِّلُهُ الشَّبَابُ

إِلَى ظَبْيٍ شَمُوسِ

is humbled by youth

before a wild, untamed gazelle,

أَغَنُّ لَهُ رُضَابُ

أَلَذُّ مِنَ الشَّمُوسِ

sweet-voiced, whose nectar

is sweeter than the finest wine;

بِلَحْظٍ ذِي فُتُورِ

يَرُوعُ الآمِنِيناَ

with a languid glance

that terrifies those who are secure,

وَيَسْبِي الْنَّاسِكِينَا

أَلاَ بِأَبِي سَنِيعُ

and captivates the ascetics.

Oh, may my father ransom the handsome one,

بَدِيعٌ فِي الصِّفَاتِ

لَهُ صَبَغَ النَّجِيعُ

marvelous in his attributes,

for whom crimson blood has dyed

خُدُوداً مُذْهِبَاتِ

يَسِيغُ بِهَا الْخَلِيعُ

his gilded cheeks;

by which the reckless man easily drinks

كُؤُوساً مُتْرَعَاتِ

تُنَشِّطُ لِلسُّرًورِ

brimming cups

that awaken the spirit to joy

وَتُسْلِي الْوَالِهِينَا

بِرَغْمِ الْحَاسِدِينَا

and console the deeply enamored,

despite the envious ones.

فَكَاسَاتُ الْحُمِيَّا

بِرَاحَاتِ الْغَوَانِي

So the cups of strong wine

in the palms of beautiful maidens,

وَتَوْرِيدُ الْمُحَيَّا

وَتَرْدِيدُ الْمَثَانِِي

the blushing of the face,

and the echoing of the lute strings,

وَسَاقٌ كَالثُّرَيَّا

تُسَلِّي كُلَّ عَانِي

and a cupbearer like the Pleiades

comfort every suffering captive,

وَتَدْعُو لِلْحُبُورِ

وَعَذْلُ الْعَاذِلِينَا

and call to delight,

while the reproach of the blamers

كَجَهْلِ الْجَاهِلِينَا

is but the ignorance of the ignorant.