اِسقِني يا اِبنَ أُذَينِ

مِن شَرابِ الزَرَجونِ

Quench my thirst, son of Udhaynah

Pour for me, O Ibn Udhayn,

With a draught of date wine

Of the vintage of Zarajun,

اِسقِني حَتّى تَرى بي

جِنَّةً غَيرَ جُنونِ

Quench me until you see in me

Pour for me until you witness,

An ecstasy other than madness

A rapture distinct from insanity,

قَهوَةً عُمِّيَ عَنها

ناظِرا رَيبِ المَنونِ

Coffee that all eyes have ignored

A wine that has been hidden from

Gazing at the harbinger of death

The prying eyes of uncertain Fate,

عُتِّقَت في الدَنِّ حَتّى

هِيَ في رِقَّةِ ديني

Freed in the world until she is

Aged deep within the cask until

As delicate as my faith

It grew as transparent as my faith,

ثُمَّ شُجَّت فَأَدارَت

فَوقَها مِثلَ العُيونِ

Then stirred and turned above

Then, when mixed, it swirled to form

Like eyes filled with passion

Upon its surface, shapes like eyes,

حَدَقاً تَرنو إِلَينا

لَم تُحَجَّر بِجُفونِ

Gazing at us, her eyes haven’t

Pupils that gaze intently at us,

Hardened with disdain

Unbounded by the veil of lids,

ذَهَباً يُثمِرُ دُرّاً

كُلَّ إِبّانٍ وَحينِ

Gold that fruits pearls

Liquid gold that bears fruit of pearls

At every hour and moment

At every moment, time and again,

بِيَدَي ساقٍ عَلَيهِ

حِلَّةٌ مِن ياسَمينِ

In the hands of one whose legs are clad

Borne by a cupbearer, clad in

In a dress of jasmine

A garment woven of jasmine,

وَعَلى الأُذنَينِ مِنهُ

وَردَتا آذَرَيونِ

And at her ears are

And tucked behind his two ears

Rose pendants of Azra’een

Are two blooms of calendula,

غايَةٌ في الشَكلِ وَالظُر

فِ وَفَردٌ في المُجونِ

Perfect in beauty and charm

The perfection of form and elegance,

Unique in coyness and flirtation

And unique in his wanton play,

غَنِّني يا اِبنَ أَذينِ

وَلَها بِالماطِرونِ

Sing to me, son of Udhaynah

Sing to me, O Ibn Udhayn,

To the sound of the tambourine

And make merry at al-Matirun.