آذَنَكَ الناقوسُ بِالفَجرِ

وَغَرَّدَ الراهِبُ في العُمرِ

The bell tolled for dawn

The bell has signaled the break of dawn,

And the monk chirped in life

And the monk has chanted within the monastery,

وَحَنَّ مَخمورٌ إِلى خَمرَةٍ

وَجاءَكَ الغَيثُ عَلى قَدرِ

A drunkard yearned for a wineskin

And the drunkard yearns for the vintage,

And rain came to you in measure

As the rain descends in perfect measure.

وَاطَّرَدَت عَيناكَ في رَوضَةٍ

تَضحُكُ عَن خُضرٍ وَعَن صُفرِ

Your eyes wandered in a garden

Your eyes wandered through a garden,

That laughs with green and yellow

Laughing with blooms of green and gold,

فَعاطِ نَدماتَكَ مِن خَمرَةٍ

مِزاجُها مِن مُعرَقِ القَطرِ

So give your regrets some wine

So pour for your companions a wine

Whose blend is from grape syrup

Tempered with the purest tears of rain,

عَلى خُزاماها وَحَوذانِها

وَمُشكِلٍ مِن حُلَلِ الزَهرِ

On its jugs and little cups

Upon its lavender and marigolds,

And a problem of the flower’s slip

And a tapestry of floral robes,

في مَسرَحٍ تَرتَعُ أَكنافَهُ

شَوادِنٌ مِن بَقَرٍ زُهرِ

In a theater where its sides graze

In a pasture where, along its borders, graze

Cows with yellow bells

Young fawns born of radiant herds.

يا حَبَّذا الصُبحَةُ في العُمرِ

وَحَبَّذا نَيسانُ مِن شَهرِ

How excellent is the morning in life

How sweet is the morning draught in the abbey!

And how excellent is April from the months

And how sweet is April among the months!

يا عاقِدَ الزُنّارِ في الخَصرِ

بِحُرمَةِ الحانَةِ وَالفَهرِ

O binder of the belt at the waist

O you who bind the zunnar-belt upon your waist,

By sanctity of the tavern and splendor

By the sanctity of the tavern and the stone,

لا تَسقِني إِن كُنتَ بي عالِماً

إِلّا الَّتي أَضمَرتُ في صَدري

Do not let me drink, if you know me

Pour me nothing, if you truly know my soul,

Except what I harbored in my chest

Save for that which I hide within my breast;

هاتِ الَّتي تَعرِفُ وَجدي بِها

وَاكنِ بِما شِئتَ عَنِ الخَمرِ

Bring me what you know pleases me

Bring the one you know stirs my ecstasy,

And turn away about the wine

And call the wine by any name you please.