لدَواعي الهَوى وَفَرطِ الخَلاعَةِ

إِلفُ سَمعٍ لا لِلوَقارِ وَطاعَه

For the urge of passion and excess of delirium

An ear accustomed not to dignity and obedience

سيَّما وَالصَبوحُ قَد رَفَعَ الكا

سَ بِأَيدي السُقاةِ فَينا شِراعَه

Especially when dawn has raised the cup

With the hands of water-bearers, so we raise its sail

في لَيالٍ سود المَلابِسُ قَد أَت

قَنَ في نَسجِها الشِتاءَ الصَناعَه

In black nights, clothes have been dyed

Winter has woven its craftsmanship in their fabric

وَنَدامايَ فِتِيةٌ يَطرَب الحا

ضِرَ مِنهُم فَكاهَةً وَبَراعَه

And my regrets are young men whom the present

Astonishes with its wit and skill

مَعشَرٌ عارَكوا صُروفَ اللَيالي

وَدَرَوا أَنَّ لَذَّةَ العُمرِ ساعَه

A group who battled the turns of nights

And knew that life's pleasure is an hour

يا نَديمَيَّ عَرِّجا بي جَميعاً

نَشرَبُ الراحَ كَالصَلاةِ جَماعَه

Oh my drinking companions, come altogether

Let's drink wine as a collective prayer

خَمرَةٌ لَو رَأى العَزيزُ بِمِصرٍ

لَونَها في الكُؤسِ أَرهَن صاعَه

A wine which if the vizier of Egypt saw

Its color in a cup, he would pawn his dish

وَغُلامُ حُلو الشَمائِلِ قَد أَل

قى عَلى خَدِّهِ المَدامُ شَعاعَه

And a sweet-faced lad who has shed

The wine's radiance on his cheek

يَتَثَنّى كَالخَيزرانَةِ بِالرا

حِ فَيُحيي بِمُقلَتِهِ الجَماعَه

He writhes like a twig in the wind

So he animates the group with his glances

أَيُّ شَيءٍ أَلَذُّ مِن صَوتِ شادٍ

حَسَنِ الوَجهِ لا أَمَل سَماعَه

What thing is sweeter than the voice of a singer

Beautiful of face, endless to hear

لَم يَزَل مُغرَماً بِحُبِّكَ حَتّى

كَشَفَ الوَجدُ وَالغَرام قِناعَه

He has not ceased to be enamored with your love until

Ardor and passion removed its mask