قُم فَاِجلُ بِنتَ الكَرمَةِ الخَضراءِ

في الكَأسِ كَالياقوتَةِ الحَمراءِ

Rise, pour the green date wine

In the cup, like a red ruby

راحٌ مَتى ما أَشرَقَت في كَأسِها

فاضَت أَشِعَّتُها عَلى الجُلَساءِ

Delight, whenever it shines in her cup

Overflowing, its glow on those seated

في شُربِها مِن كُلِّ قَلبٍ شَهوَةٍ

فَكَأَنَّها خُلِقَت مِنَ الأَهواءِ

In drinking it, from every heart a desire

As though it was created from passions

وَإِذا اِنجَلَت في اللَيلَةِ الليلاءِ

هَزَمَت ظَلامَ اللَيلِ بِالآلاءِ

And when it sparkles in the dark night

It defeats the darkness of night with brilliance

يا لائِمي في شُربِها أَغرَيتَني

بِاللَومِ فيها غايَةَ الإِغراءِ

Oh you who blame me for drinking it, you have tempted me

With faulting it, the height of allure

يا حَبَّذا هِيَ في الخَريفِ وَغَيرِهِ

في سائِرِ الأَوقاتِ وَالآناءِ

Oh how good it is in autumn and otherwise

At all times and occasions

مِن كَفّ أَسمَرَ بابِلِيٍّ قَدُّهُ

يَهتَزُّ مِثلَ الصَعدَةِ السَمراءِ

From the palm of a tawny Babylon

That sways like the blackish gazelle

وَالكَأسُ قَد نَثَرَت عَلى وَجناتِهِ

وَرَقَ الشَقائِقِ فِتنَةً لِلرائي

While the cup has strewn on his cheeks

Petals of anemones, a seduction to the onlooker

عَيناهُ نَرجِسَتانِ لَكِن وَردَتا

خَدَّيهِ ضُمِّنَتا دَمَ الأَحشاءِ

His eyes, two narcissi, but his rosy cheeks

Were made from the blood of hearts

ما العَيشُ إِلا في المدامِ وَشُربِها

لَكِن مَعَ الظُرَفاءِ وَالعُقَلاءِ

What is life but for wine and drinking it

But with the virtuous and the wise