اِردُد عَلَيَّ المُدامَ بِالجامِ

وَسَقِّنيها بِرَغمِ لُوّامي

Pour the wine for me again in the goblet,

And serve me a drink, in defiance of my blamers,

وَجُرَّ زِقّاً كَأَنَّهُ رَجُلٌ

مُفَصَّلُ الساعِدَينِ مِن حامِ

And drag forth a wineskin that resembles a man,

With distinct forearms fashioned from dark leather,

أَدِر عَلَينا أَدِر مُعَتَّقَةً

يَرِقُّ مِنها صَفيقُ إِسلامي

Pass it around us, pass around the aged vintage,

By which the dense fabric of my Islam is rendered thin,

كَأَنَّها وَالمِزاجُ يَقرَعُها

شِهابُ دِجنٍ يَلوحُ قُدّامي

As if it were, when the mixing water strikes it,

A meteor in the night gloom, flashing before me.