يا قاسِياً ما إِن لَهُ

يا قاسِياً ما إِن لَهُ

قَلبٌ يَرِقُّ عَلى وَقيذ

قَلبٌ يَرِقُّ عَلى وَقيذ

O cruel one, who has no

O cruel one, he has no

heart that softens toward one laid low!

heart that melts for a comrade.

إِن نَحنُ أَشمَتنا الصُدو

إِن نَحنُ أَشمَتنا الصُدو

دَ المُرَّ بِالوَصلِ اللَذيذ

دَ المُرَّ بِالوَصلِ اللَذيذ

If we have made estrangement gloat—

If we delighted in friendship

bitter as it is—over sweet union,

sweet with joyous union,

ذَهَبَ الوَفاءُ فَلَم يَكُن

ذَهَبَ الوَفاءُ فَلَم يَكُن

إِلّا كَإِخوانِ النَبيذ

إِلّا كَإِخوانِ النَبيذ

loyalty has gone, and was

Loyalty is gone; naught remains

only like companions over wine.

but wine's companionship.