لي خَمرَةُ راسٍ بِها الراسُ

في مِزجِها لِلناسِ إيناسُ

I have a wine jug, through which heads become intoxicated

In its blend is delight for people

بِكَأسِها كاسُ النَدى وَلَو

لا الراحُ ما اِرتاحوا وَلا كاسوا

With its cup the cup of dew, even if

There was no respite, they would not rest, nor drink