سَقاني مِن يَدَيهِ وَمُقلَتَيهِ

مِنَ الراحِ المُعَتَّقِ شَربَتَينِ

He made me drink from his hands and eyes

He gave me drink from his hands and from his eyes,

Two draughts from matured wine

Two draughts taken from the vintage wine;

فَبِتُّ مُرَنَّحاً مِن شَربَتَيهِ

ضَريعاً قَد مُنيتُ بِكَربَتَينِ

So I spent the night moaning from his drinks

So I spent the night reeling from his dual potion,

Yearning, having been tested with two sorrows

Humbled, and bound by a double distress.

هِلالٌ مُشرِقٌ بَدرٌ لِتِسعٍ

وَثالِثَةٍ مَضَت بَعدَ اِثنَتَينِ

A crescent moon is shining, a full moon is for nine

A shining crescent, a moon of nine nights,

And two have passed after two

With a third gone by, following on two,

يُديرُ مِنَ المُدامَةِ بِنتَ سَبعٍ

وَواحِدَةٍ مَضَت بَعدَ اِثنَتَينِ

He turns from the winebearer, daughter of seven

He pours out a spirit, the daughter of seven,

And one passed after two

And one more year, that passed after two.

أَقولُ لَهُ وَقَد طَرَدَت كَرانا

أَدِرها وَاِسقِنا بِالراحَتَينِ

I say to him, though he dismissed the wine-pourers

I said to him, as our slumber was chased away:

Make it return and give us the two comforts

"Pass it round, and give us drink from your two palms."