أدرها على العشّاق يا أيّها الساقي

فقد قام سوق الشوق ساقاً على ساق

Pour it for the lovers, O cupbearer

For the market of yearning has risen, foot on foot

وعطّر بروح الروح راحي وكأسه

وكرّر فدتك الروح يا أيّها الساقي

And perfume it with the spirit of spirits, my draft and his cup

And repeat, your soul is ransom, O cupbearer

وأنعش فؤاداً قد تحرّق بالجوى

ومدمع بحر الوجد هاج لإغراقي

And revive a heart burned by passion’s fire

And a tearful sea of ecstasy raging to drown me

تشفق على روحي وانعم براحةٍ

وأحي لُباباً مات قدماً بإحراق

Have mercy on my soul and comfort it

And revive a mind that died at the feet by burning

وغنّ بجنحٍ قد تطاول ليله

وكَنِّ بليلى إن تصرِّح بأشواقي

And sing with wings that lengthened by night

And tell Layla if she admits my passions

وهمّ بإنعام الغرام صبابةً

بحسن الّتي فيها مذاقي وأذواقي

And think of bestowing the grace of love, youth

By the beauty whose taste and flavors are mine

وأطرب فقد طاب الغرام بعشقها

وطب فالهوى قلبي وطبي ودرياقي

And rejoice, for love tastes good in her passion

And healing, for the love of her is the healing of my heart and medicine and remedy

وغب إن تراءت ربّة الخدر تنجلي

ومجلى لها قد نار قدماً بإشراق

And neglect if the queen of the cheeks appeared radiating

And my path to her has been set ablaze by the shining dawn