لا تَحفِلَنَّ بِقَولِ الزاجِرِ اللاحي

وَاِشرَب عَلى الوَردِ مِن مَشمولَةِ الراحِ

Pay no heed to the words of the scolding censurer,

And drink, amidst the roses, wine chilled by the north wind;

صَهباءُ صافِيَةٌ تُجديكَ نَكهَتُها

تَنَفُّسَ المِسكِ مَلطوخاً بِتُفّاحِ

A pure, reddish-gold vintage whose aroma bestows upon you

The breath of musk blended with the scent of apples.

حَتّى إِذا سُلسِلَت في قَعرِ باطِيَةٍ

أَغناكَ لَألائُها عَن ضَوءِ مِصباحِ

Until, when it streams into the depths of a flagon,

Its radiance frees you from the need for a lamp's light.

ما زِلتُ أَسقي حَبيبي ثُمَّ أَلثُمُهُ

وَاللَيلُ مُلتَحِفٌ في ثَوبِ أَمساحِ

I ceased not pouring for my beloved, then kissing him,

While the night was wrapped in a cloak of dark sackcloth,

حَتّى تَغَنّى وَقَد مالَت سَوالِفُهُ

يا دَيرَ حَنَّةَ مِن ذاتِ الأُكَيراحِ

Until he began to sing, his head tilting in intoxication:

"O Monastery of Hannah, at Dhat al-Ukayrah!"