اِسقِني يا اِبنَ أَدهَما

وَاِتَّخِذني لَكَ اِبنَما

Quench my thirst, O son of dusty complexion

Pour for me, O son of Adham,

And take me as a son to you

And take me as a son of yours.

اِسقِنيها سُلافَةً

سَبَقَت خَلقَ آدَما

Give me to drink it pure

Pour me the vintage, pure and old,

Born before Adam's creation

That came before the birth of Adam.

فَهيَ كانَت وَلَم يَكُن

ما خَلا الأَرضَ وَالسَما

It existed while naught did but

For it existed when nothing was,

The earth and the heavens above

Save for the earth and the sky above.

رَأَتِ الدَهرَ ناشِئاً

وَكَبيراً مُهَرَّما

It saw time grow from infancy

It witnessed Time as a rising youth,

To tottering old age worn

And as an elder, worn by age.

فَهيَ روحٌ مُخَلَّصٌ

فارَقَ اللَحمَ وَالدَما

It's a free spirit parted

It is a spirit, refined and free,

From flesh and blood

That has parted from flesh and blood.

اِسقِنيها وَغَنِّ صَو

تاً لَكَ الخَيرُ أَعجَما

Give it me to drink and sing

Pour it, and sing me a melody,

In your sweetest voice blessings untold

A foreign air—may you be blessed—

لَيسَ في نَعتِ دِمنَةٍ

لا وَلا زَجرِ أَشأَما

No words of blame or rebuke

Not describing the traces of ruins,

Shall describe it, not at all

Nor scaring away the bird of doom.