قُم فَاِسقِ كَأَسَكَ إِنَّها

عَطِشَت كَما عَطِشَ النَدامُ

Arise and drink your cup, for it has

Thirsted as the remorseful thirsted

يا إِخوَتي الدُنيا عَشي

قَتُنا وَريقَتُها المُدامُ

O brothers, life is but an evening,

We killed it while its wine was drunk

لَولا مُقامُكِ يا مُدا

مَةُ لَم يَطِب فيها مَقامُ

Were it not for you, O wine

Staying there would not be pleasant

يا عَيشُ ما أَحلاكَ لَو

لا أَنَّ آخِرَكَ الحِمامُ

O life, how sweet you are, if not

For the fact that your end is the cemetery

يا بَدرُ حَتّى أَنتَ في

ها لا يَتِمُّ لَكَ التَمامُ

O moon, even you in it

Your fullness cannot be complete

غَنّى وَصَفَّقَ بِالجَنا

حِ فَأرقَصَ الغُصنَ الحَمامُ

He sang and clapped to the wine

And made the branch dance with the pigeon

فَتَيَقَّظوا فَالصَحوُ يَو

مٌ في التَيَقُّظِ يا نِيامُ

So awake, for waking is

A day on which to awake, o sleepers