رُبَّ كَأسٍ تَنَقَّلَت لِحَكيمِ

رُبَّ كَأسٍ تَنَقَّلَت لِحَكيمِ

بَعدَ إِشراقِها بِكَفِّ النَّديمِ

بَعدَ إِشراقِها بِكَفِّ النَّديمِ

Many a cup has made its way to Ḥakīm,

after gleaming in the boon companion’s palm;

فَغَدا اليَومَ حُلوُها لِشَقاءٍ

فَغَدا اليَومَ حُلوُها لِشَقاءٍ

بَعدَما كانَ مُرُّها لِنَعيمِ

بَعدَما كانَ مُرُّها لِنَعيمِ

but today its sweetness has become my misery,

after its bitterness had once been my bliss.