ما مِثلُ هَذا اليَومِ في طيبِهِ

عُطِّلَ مِن لَهوٍ وَلا ضُيِّعا

There is no day like this in its sheer delight,

To be left devoid of pleasure or allowed to go to waste.

فَما تَرى فيهِ وَماذا الَّذي

تُحِبُّ في ذا اليَومِ أَن نَصنَعا

So what is your view of it, and what is it

That you would love for us to do on this day?

هَل لَكَ أَن تَغدو عَلى قَهوَةٍ

تُسرِعُ في المَرءِ إِذا أَسرَعا

Have you a mind to go early for a draught of wine,

That swiftly seizes a man if he makes haste?

ما وَجَدَ الناسُ وَلا جَرَّبوا

لِلهَمِّ شَيئاً مِثلَها مَدفَعا

For people have not found, nor have they ever tried,

Anything to repel sorrow quite like it.