عَلِّلاني بِصَوتِ نايٍ وَعودِ

وَاِسقِياني دَمَ اِبنَةِ العُنقودِ

Entrance me with the sound of a flute and lute

And serve me the blood-red wine

أَشرَبُ الراحَ وَهيَ تَشرَبُ عَقلي

وَعَلى ذاكَ كانَ قَتلُ الوَليدِ

I drink joy while it drinks my reason

And upon that was the murder of Al-Walid

رَبُّ سُكرٍ جَعَلتُ مَوعِدَهُ الصُب

حَ وَساقٍ حَثَثتُهُ بِمَزيدِ

Lord of tipsiness, I made our tryst the morn

And legs I quickened with increase