باكِرِ اليَومَ الصَبوحا

وَاِعصِ في الخَمرِ النَصوحا

In the early morn of youthful glee,

Hasten today to the morning draught,

Pour in the goblet's bliss for me;

And defy the censor regarding wine.

وَاِسقِنيها مِن عُقارٍ

عَهِدَت في الفُلكِ نوحا

While yet my soul the feast prolongs,

Pour me a drink of a vintage deep,

Quaff from the palm-wine fresh and strong.

That witnessed Noah upon the Ark.

قَهوَةً تُقرِنُ في جِس

مِكَ مَع روحِكَ روحا

Give me the cup where friendship glows,

A liquor that partners within your frame,

With drafts that cheer life's weary close;

A second spirit with your own soul.

فَإِذا صادَفتَ مِنها

نَفحَةً خِلتَ نَضوحا

But when thou fill'st the generous bowl,

If you were to catch but a breath of it,

Let reason ride the helm of soul.

You would deem it a burst of pure perfume.

ثُمَّ لا يَركَبُ مِنها

مَركَباً إِلّا جَموحا

Nor launch my reckless bark alone

And none mounts a steed, under its sway,

On passion's wave with rashness strown.

Save for one wild and unbridled.