1. وَصَفراءُ كَالشَّمسِ تَبدو لَنا

    مِنَ الكأسِ في هالَةٍ مُستَديرَه

    Golden like the sun she appears to us

    In her round goblet with a halo

  2. يُلاعِبُها الماءُ في مَزْجِهَا

    فَيُضحِكَها عن نُجُومٍ مُنيرَه

    The water plays with her blend

    And makes her laugh with bright stars

  3. إِذا جارَ هَمُّ الفَتى وَاعتَدى

    رَأَيتَ بِها نَفْسَهُ مُستَجيرَه

    When the young man's worries attack him

    You will see in her his place of refuge

  4. فَتُرْوي صَداهُ وَتُدني مُنَاه

    وتُرْدي أساه وَتُحْيي سُرورَه

    She quenches his thirst and draws him near

    And chases away his pain and delights his joy

  5. زُجاجٌ وخَمرٌ وماءٌ كَما

    تَقولُ هَيُولى وَنَفْسٌ وصُورَه

    Glass and wine and water as

    The philosophers say, spirit and form

  6. أَطِرْ عَنكَ نَوْمَكَ وانظُرْ إِلى

    نَهارٍ أَفاضَ على اللَّيل نُورَه

    Cast off your sleep and look

    At a day that poured its light on the night

  7. كَأَنَّ دُجَى اللَّيلِ لمَّا استَرق

    نَمومٌ مِنَ الصُّبحِ يُفْشي سَريرَه

    As if the darkness of night when it faded

    Dawn stole away unveiling its bed

  8. شَرِبْنَا على وَجْهِ بَدرِ السّماءِ

    وَنُسْقى على وجه شَمْسِ الظَهيرَه

    We drank in the face of the full moon in the sky

    And we were given to drink in the face of the blazing sun

  9. بفوّاحةِ النَّوْر مُكّاؤها

    يُرَجّعُ في كلّ غُصْنٍ صَفيرَه

    With the fragrance of light, its resting place

    Returns song to every branch

  10. مَرَت فَوقَها حَلَبَ المُعْصِرات

    رِياحٌ لِكُلِّ سَحابٍ مُثيرَه

    The pressing winds blew over it

    Stirring each cloud

  11. كَأَنَّ الفَرَزدَقَ في طَيرها

    يُجيبُ عَلى كُلِّ شِعرٍ جَريرَه

    As if al-Farazdaq in his flight

    Responding to every poem of Jarir's

  12. قَصَرْنا بها طولَ ليلِ التّمامِ

    بِعَيشٍ هَنيءٍ عَدِمْنَا نَظيرَه

    We shortened by it the long night of perfection

    With a delightful life, we had no equal to it

  13. كَأنَّ الكؤُوسَ بِأَيدي السَّقاةِ

    خُيولٌ عَلى الهَمِّ مِنَّا مُغيرَه

    As if the cups in the hands of the cupbearers

    Horses attacking our worries

  14. وَطِيبُ النَّعيمِ لَهُ ساعَةٌ

    تُعَدُّ وإِن هِيَ طالتْ قَصيرَه

    And the pleasures of bliss for it there is an hour

    That counts even if it is short