اِسقِياني الحَرامَ قَبلَ الحَلالِ

وَدَعاني مِن دارِسِ الأَطلالِ

Pour for me the forbidden draught before the lawful,

And spare me the talk of effaced ruins.

إِنَّما العَيشُ في مُباكَرَةِ الخَم

رِ وَسُكرٍ يَدومُ في كُلِّ حالِ

For true life lies in the early pursuit of wine,

And an intoxication that endures through every state.

وَتَمامُ السُرورِ فيها بِساقٍ

حَسَنِ الوَجهِ مُستَنيرِ الجَمالِ

The perfection of its joy requires a cupbearer,

Handsome of face, radiant in beauty.

لَو بَدا وَجهُهُ إِذا الشَمسُ دارَت

قُلتَ نورانِ صُوِّرا مِن مِثالِ

If his face were to appear as the sun circled above,

You would say: two lights fashioned from a single mold.

فَاِسقِياني رَقيقَةَ السِربالِ

تُعدِماني مَعارِفَ الأَطلالِ

So pour me the wine of delicate raiment,

That obliterates from me all memory of the ruins.