لَو كانَ لي سَكَنٌ في الراحِ يُسعِدُني

لَمّا اِنتَظَرتُ بِشُربِ الراحِ إِفطارا

If I had a dwelling in the wind that would make me happy

If in the wine I found a solace to delight me,

I would not have waited for the wind's drink to break my fast

I would not wait for breaking fast to drink the draught.

الراحُ شَيءٌ عَجيبٌ أَنتَ شارِبُها

فَاِشرَب وَإِن حَمَّلَتكَ الراحُ أَوزارا

The wind is a wondrous thing when you drink it

For wine is truly wondrous when you drink of it,

So drink even if the wind weighs you down

So drink, though wine may burden you with heavy sins.

يا مَن يَلومُ عَلى حَمراءَ صافِيَةٍ

صِر في الجِنانِ وَدَعني أَسكُنُ النارا

O you who blame the clear red wine

O you who blame me for the vintage, red and pure,

Live in paradise and leave me to inhabit the fire

Go dwell in Paradise, and leave the Fire to me.