1. خَلِياني مِن قَولِ زَيدٍ وَعَمرِو

    وَاِسقِياني ما بَينَ عودٍ وَزَمرِ

    Spare me the talk of Zayd and Amr.

    And give me drink amid lute-playing and piping.

  2. وَاِترُكا اليَومَ في مُدامي مَلامي

    إِنَّ فَرطَ المَلامِ في ذاكَ يُغري

    And leave off reproaching me today for my wine.

    For excessive reproach over that only tempts.

  3. وَدَعاني مِن سُخطِ مَن رامَ تَخوي

    في وَزَجري وَهُجرِ مَن دامَ هَجري

    And spare me the wrath of one who sought to frighten

    Me and rebuke me, and the abuse of one who kept shunning me.

  4. إِنَّ مَن لا يُطيقُ يُنقِصُ رِزقي

    لَم يَكُن قادِراً عَلى نَقشِ عُمري

    For one who cannot diminish my sustenance

    Could not inscribe my lifespan.

  5. رُبَّ يَومٍ قَضيتُ فيهِ سُروراً

    فَهوَ بِاللَهوِ خَيرٌ مِن أَلفِ شَهرِ

    Many a day I spent in joy;

    So, in its merriment, it is better than a thousand months.

  6. طابَ عَيشي بِكُلِّ لَيلَةِ شَربٍ

    قَدَّرَت بِالسُرورِ لَيلَةَ قَدرِ

    My life grew sweet with every night of drinking,

    Reckoned in joy a Night of Decree.

  7. فَنَعِمنا بِالحاشِرِيَّةِ حَتّى

    خِلتُ نورَ المُدامِ مَطلَعَ فَجرِ

    So we reveled in al-Hashiriyya until

    I thought the wine's light was the break of dawn.

  8. مَع غَزالٍ عَيناهُ مِن آلِ حَربٍ

    حينَ يَبدو وَالوَجهُ مِن آلِ بَدرِ

    With a gazelle whose eyes are of Harb's clan,

    When he appears, his face is of Badr's clan.

  9. يَتَعاطى حُبّي وَيَمزُجُ راحي

    وَيُعاطي كَأسي وَيُنشِدُ شِعري

    He partakes of my love and mixes my wine,

    And offers my cup and recites my poetry.

  10. في رِياضٍ كَأَنَّما رَصَّعَ القَط

    رُ أَكاليلَها الحُسانَ بَدُرِّ

    In gardens, as though the rain had studded

    Their lovely garlands with pearls.

  11. حَلَّ فيها الرَبيعُ فَالزَهرُ يُبدِ

    لَهَباً خِلتُهُ مَشاعِلَ جَمرِ

    Spring has settled there, so the blossoms display

    A blaze I took for torches of glowing embers.

  12. وَبَدا النَرجِسُ المُحَدَّقُ يَحكي

    أَشيَباً فَوقَ رَأسِهِ طاسُ تِبرِ

    And the ringed narcissus appeared, resembling

    A gray-haired man with a bowl of gold upon his head.

  13. فَدَعَوتُ الساقي لَقَد غَفَلَ الدَه

    رُ فَعَجِّل وَطُف بِكاساتِ خَمرِ

    So I called the cupbearer: "Time has grown heedless;

    Hurry, then, and go round with cups of wine!"

  14. فَتَباطا بِها فَقُلتُ أَدِرها

    لَستَ ساقي وَلا قُلامَةَ ظِفري

    He dallied with them, so I said: "Pass them round!

    You're no cupbearer of mine, nor worth a clipping of my nail!"