شُربي عَلى المُقلَةِ في مَقلَتٍ

وَأَكلِيَ المَشرِقَ بِالمَغرِبِ

Drink up my cup through gentle sips,

And eat with grace from east to west,

آثَرُ عِندي مِن طَعامٍ لَهُم

يُشفَعُ بِالمُطرِفِ وَالمُطرِبِ

More cherished by me than their food,

Is poetry sung in joyous zest.

يا تَرِبَ الحالَةِ كُلٌّ إِلى التُر

بِ فَجَنِّب حَسَدَ المُترِبِ

O provider of my state, we all turn to dust,

So spare me the envy of foes at rest.