يَومٌ مِنَ الأَيّام لَيسَ بِدونِ

يَومٌ مِنَ الأَيّام لَيسَ بِدونِ

ما فيهِ غَيرَ خَلاعَةٍ وَمُجونِ

ما فيهِ غَيرَ خَلاعَةٍ وَمُجونِ

A day among days, no mean day,

One day of days is not without

With nothing in it but wantonness and revelry.

In it nothing but letting loose and carefree joy

فَاِسقِ اِبنَةَ العُنقودِ مِنّي ظامِئاً

فَاِسقِ اِبنَةَ العُنقودِ مِنّي ظامِئاً

ما إِن يَعوجُ عَلى اِبنَةِ جونِ

ما إِن يَعوجُ عَلى اِبنَةِ جونِ

So give the daughter of the grape-cluster to the thirsty man in me,

So give the daughter of the grape cluster from me, thirsty

Who never turns toward the daughter of Jawn.

As soon as it inclines toward the darling daughter

فَالأَرضُ قَد لَبِسَت مِن نَبتِها

فَالأَرضُ قَد لَبِسَت مِن نَبتِها

فَرشاً مَراتِبُهُ أَبو قَلَمونِ

فَرشاً مَراتِبُهُ أَبو قَلَمونِ

For the earth has donned, from its vegetation,

For the earth has worn from her plants

A spread whose cushions are iridescent Abu Qalamun cloth.

Carpets layered, their father Mount Qalamoun