الشُربُ في ظُلَّةِ خَمّارِ

عِندي مِنَ اللَذّاتِ يا جاري

Drinking in the shade of a tavern

To drink within the vintner's shaded stall

Is for me the greatest of pleasures, my friend

Is a pleasure I hold dear, O neighbor mine,

لا سِيَّما عِندَ يَهودِيَّةٍ

حَوراءَ مِثلَ القَمَرِ الساري

Especially with a Jewish beauty

Especially in the company of a Jewish maid,

A houri like a radiant moon

Doe-eyed, radiant as the moon moving through the night,

تَسقيكَ مِن كَفٍّ لَها رَطبَةٍ

كَأَنَّها فِلقَةُ جُمّارِ

Who serves you from a soft hand

She pours for you from a hand so soft and tender,

As if it were a ripe date

As though it were the white heart of a palm;

حَتّى إِذا السُكرُ تَمَشّى بِها

صارَ لَها صَولَةُ جَبّارِ

Until drunkenness takes hold of her

Until, when the intoxication courses through her,

And makes her behave like a mighty warrior

She assumes the imperious might of a tyrant.