يَا بَهْجَةَ الْخَمْرِ

فِي الأَنْمُلِ الْحُمْرِ

O joy of the wine

In the crimson fingertips

إِذْ تُدَارْ

مَا جَالَ فِي فِكْرِي

As it is passed around

It never crossed my mind

أَنْ يَنْتَهِي كَسْرِي

إِلَى الْجُبَارْ

That my brokenness would end

In being mended

وَيُنْشِدُ السُّلْوَانْ

مِنِّيَ مَا قَدْ حَانْ

And that solace would sing

Of what has come to pass in me

بِالاِصْطِبَارْ

فَيُنْتَشَى مِنِّي

Through patient endurance

Thus from me is inhaled

أَذْكَى مِنَ النَّدِّ

لِنَاشِقْ

A scent more fragrant than aloeswood

For the one who breathes it in

وَيُجْتَنَى مَنِّي

أَحْلَى مِنَ الشَّهْدِ

And from me is harvested

Something sweeter than honeycomb

لِذَائِقْ

وَتَشْتَهِي فَنِّي

For the one who tastes

And my art is desired

نَوَاعِمُ الْقَدِّ

رَوَاشِقْ

By tender, slender figures

Graceful and lithe

يَا لَذَّةَ السُّكْرِ

بِأَكْؤُسِ الشُّكْرِ

O pleasure of intoxication

With the chalices of gratitude

تِلْكَ الْكِبَارْ

يُدِيرُهَا رَيَّانْ

Those grand vessels

Poured by one wholly quenched

مِنْ وَابِلِ الإِحْسَانْ

عَلَى وَقَارْ

By the downpour of benevolence

With solemn dignity

يَرْتَاحُ لِلنَّدْمَانْ

كَأَنَّهُ عَاشِقْ

He rejoices with his drinking companions

As though he were a lover

لَهُ وَجِيبْ

يَا دِيمَةَ الرِّضْوَانْ

With a pounding heart

O gentle rain of grace

يُنْبِي بِهَا بَارِقْ

مِنَ الْحَبِيبْ

Foretold by a lightning flash

From the beloved

تَهْمِي عَلَى اللَّهْفَانْ

بِالْخَارِقِ الْحَارِقْ

Pouring upon the yearning soul

With a piercing fire that burns away

حُجْبَ الْعُيُوبْ

يَا رُوحَهُ يَجْرِي

The veils of faults

O his spirit flowing

مِنْ مَطْلِعِ الْفَجْرِ

إِلَى النَّهَارْ

From the break of dawn

Into the daylight

وَعِزُّهُ إِذْ هَانْ

لِمَوْقِعِ الأَذْهَانْ

And his glory as it yields

To the grasp of minds

فِي الاِنْهِيَارْ

In their surrender