سَقَى طَلَلَ الحَيِّ الَّذي أَنْتُمُ بِهِ

تَعَالَوْا بِنَا نُعْطِي الصَّبَابَةَ حَقَّهَا

The youth who you are enamored with quenched thirst

Come let us grant the cup its due

وَيُسْعَدُ صَوْبَ الدَّمْعِ أَجْفَانُ صَبِّهِ

وَتُمْسَحُ أَعْطَافُ الزَّمَانِ لَعَلَّهُ

And may the eyelids be joyous in the path of tears

And may the sides of time be wiped

يَعُودُ إلى عُتْبَاهُ مِنْ بَعْدِ عَتْبِهِ

أَعِنْدَكُمْ عِلْمٌ بِمَا يَفْعَلُ الهَوَى

That it may return from its displeasure after displeasure

Do you have knowledge of what passion does

إِذَا اسْتَنَّ دَمْعُ العَيْنِ فَوْقَ مَصَبِّهِ

وَمَا يَقْدَحُ التَّذْكَار أَنْ هَبَّ مِنْكُمُ

When the tear of the eye flows above its outlet

And what the recollection kindles when

نَسِيمٌ يَغَصُّ المِسْكُ دُونَ مَهَبِّهِ

وَمَا كَانَ إلاَّ أَنْ جَنَى الطَّرفُ نَظْرَةً

A breeze wafts from you, suffusing the musk short of its vent

It was nothing but the glance the eyelid stole

غَدَا القَلْبُ رَهْناً فِي عُقُوبَةِ ذَنْبِهِ

ومَا العَدْلُ أَنْ يَأْتي امْرُؤٌ بِجَرِيْرَةٍ

And the heart became hostage to the sin of its crime

How can justice be that a man commits a crime

فَيُؤْخَذُ فِي أَوْزَارِهَا جَارُ جَنْبِهِ

Then his neighbor takes the blame for his iniquities