يا إِخوَتي ذا الصَباحُ فَاِصطَبِحوا

فَقَد تَغَنَّت أَطيارُهُ الفُصُحُ

O my brothers, this is the morning, so take the morning draught,

For the eloquent birds of the dawn have sung.

هُبّوا خُذوها فَقَد شَكانا إِلى ال

إِبريقِ مِن طولِ نَومِنا القَدَحُ

Rise and seize it, for the cup has complained to the

Pitcher regarding the length of our slumber.

صِرفاً إِذا شَجَّها المِزاجُ بِأَي

دي شارِبيها تَوَلَّدَ الفَرَحُ

Pure wine—yet when the mixture dilutes it in the

Hands of its drinkers, joy is born,

حَتّى تُريكَ الحَليمَ ذا طَرَبٍ

يَهُزُّهُ في مَكانِهِ المَرَحُ

Until it reveals to you the solemn man filled with rapture,

As mirth shakes him in his very seat.

وَعاطِها أَحمَداً تُعاطِ فَتىً

تَقصُرُ عَن وَصفِ حُسنِهِ المِدَحُ

And offer it to Ahmad; you offer it to a youth

Whose beauty all praises fail to describe.

يَشوقُني وَجهُهُ إِلَيها كَما

يَدعوكَ حَتّى تُقَهقِهَ المُلَحُ

His face makes me yearn for the wine, just as

Witty tales invite you until you laugh aloud.