أَحيِ لي يا صاحِ روحي

بِغَبوقٍ وَصَبوحِ

Revive me, O companion of my soul

Revive my spirit, O friend of mine,

With morning draughts and dawnings,

With a twilight draught and a morning cup,

وَاِسقِني حَتّى تَراني

رادِعاً رَدعَ الجَموحِ

And quench me until you see me

And pour for me until you see me

Holding back like the curbed torrents.

Reeling like a headstrong steed,

قَهوَةً صَهباءَ بِكراً

غُرِسَت أَزمانَ نوحِ

A pale coffee in early morning

A golden vintage, virgin and pure,

Planted in the days of Noah,

Planted in the days of Noah,

تَطرُدُ الهَمَّ وَيَرتا

حُ لَها قَلبُ الشَحيحِ

It dispels cares, and to it inclines

It banishes care, and brings repose

The heart of the stingy.

To the heart of the miserly soul,

تِلكَ لا أَعدَمَنيها ال

لاهُ أُنسي عَدلُ روحي

I shall not lack it at all,

That prize—may God never deny me—

Unless my gracious Lord forgets me.

Is my solace, the twin of my life,

يَجنَحُ القَلبُ إِلَيها

في الهَوى أَيَّ جُنوحِ

My heart takes wing toward it

My heart inclines toward it utterly,

In love, whatever my regression.

In passion, with a wild incline,

عَطَفَت نَفسي عَلَيها

بِهَوىً غَيرِ نَزوحِ

My soul has compassion on it

My soul has turned to embrace it close,

With a constant, unswerving love.

With a love that shall never withdraw.