يَومُ سَبتٍ وَعِندَنا ما كَفى الحُرَّ

يَومُ سَبتٍ وَعِندَنا ما كَفى الحُرَّ

طَعامٌ وَالوِردُ مِنّا قَريبُ

طَعامٌ وَالوِردُ مِنّا قَريبُ

It is Saturday, and we have what suffices a freeborn man:

A Saturday of plenty, and we have enough to indulge

food, and the watering place is near us.

Food aplenty, and roses are near at hand

وَلَنا مَجلِسٌ عَلى النَهرِ فَيّا

وَلَنا مَجلِسٌ عَلى النَهرِ فَيّا

حٌ فَسيحٌ تَرتاحُ فيهِ القُلوبُ

حٌ فَسيحٌ تَرتاحُ فيهِ القُلوبُ

And we have a gathering place beside the river, wide-open

We have a gathering by the river, so come

and spacious, where hearts find rest.

A spacious, relaxing spot to soothe hearts

وَدَوامُ المُدامُ يُدنيكَ مِمَّن

وَدَوامُ المُدامُ يُدنيكَ مِمَّن

كُنتَ تَهوى وَإِن جَفاكَ الحَبيبُ

كُنتَ تَهوى وَإِن جَفاكَ الحَبيبُ

And continual wine-drinking draws you near to the one

Endless drinks bring you close to her you love

you loved, even if your beloved has shunned you.

Though the beloved may have spurned you

فَأتِنا يا مُحَمَّدَ بنَ يَزيدٍ

فَأتِنا يا مُحَمَّدَ بنَ يَزيدٍ

في اِستِتارٍ لا يَراكَ الرَقيبُ

في اِستِتارٍ لا يَراكَ الرَقيبُ

So come to us, O Muhammad son of Yazid,

So come Muhammad ibn Yazid

in concealment, so the watcher does not see you.

In seclusion where no watchman can see you

نَطرُدِ الهَمَّ بِاِصطِباحِ ثَلاثٍ

نَطرُدِ الهَمَّ بِاِصطِباحِ ثَلاثٍ

مُترَعاتٍ تُنفى بِهِنَّ الكُروبُ

مُترَعاتٍ تُنفى بِهِنَّ الكُروبُ

Let us drive away care by drinking three cups in the morning,

We will banish cares with a morning of joy

filled to the brim, through which sorrows are banished.

In pastures that dispel sorrows

إِنَّ في الراحِ راحَةَ مِن جَوى الحُب

إِنَّ في الراحِ راحَةَ مِن جَوى الحُب

بِ وَقَلبي إِلى الأَديبِ طَروبُ

بِ وَقَلبي إِلى الأَديبِ طَروبُ

Indeed, in wine is relief from love's burning anguish,

For in comfort there’s respite from love’s ardour

and my heart yearns joyfully for the man of letters.

And my heart is inclined to the man of letters

لا يَرُعكَ المَشيبُ مِنّي فَإِنّي

لا يَرُعكَ المَشيبُ مِنّي فَإِنّي

ما ثَناني عَنِ التَصابي المَشيبُ

ما ثَناني عَنِ التَصابي المَشيبُ

Do not let my gray hair alarm you, for I

Let not my greying hair stop you

have not been turned from youthful dalliance by gray hair.

For youthfulness has not been marred by greying