اِترُكِ الأَطلالَ لا تَعبَأ بِها

إِنَّها مِن كُلِّ بُؤسٍ دانِيَه

Leave the ruins, pay them no heed

Leave the ruins be, pay them no heed,

They are but vestiges of misery

For they are near to every wretchedness.

وَاِشرَبِ الخَمرَ عَلى تَحريمِها

إِنَّما دُنياكَ دارٌ فانِيَه

Drink wine though forbidden it may be

And drink the wine, in defiance of its ban,

For this world is ephemeral, soon to recede

For your world is but a fleeting abode.

مِن عُقارٍ مَن رَآها قالَ لي

صيدَتِ الشَمسُ لَنا في باطِيَه

With herb I was once graced, a man said to me

Of a vintage so bright, that one who saw it said:

The sun has snared for us here in the wild

"The sun has been captured for us in a cup."