وساقٍ يُدير إلْفهِ

وساقٍ يُدير إلْفهِ

لهِيباً من النار في كفّهِ

لهِيباً من النار في كفّهِ

And a cupbearer who passes his companion

a blaze of fire in his palm—

عُقاراً كخدَّيْه مُحْمَرُّها

عُقاراً كخدَّيْه مُحْمَرُّها

وإسكارُها كَظُبا طَرْفِهِ

وإسكارُها كَظُبا طَرْفِهِ

wine whose red hue is like his cheeks,

and whose intoxication is like the sword-edges of his gaze.

تَحَمَّلْتُ من حُبِّه فَوْقَ ما

تَحَمَّلْتُ من حُبِّه فَوْقَ ما

تَحَمَّل خَصْراهُ من رِدْفِهِ

تَحَمَّل خَصْراهُ من رِدْفِهِ

I have borne for love of him more than

his waist has borne of his haunches’ weight.

وصَيَّرْت نَقلي على كأسِه

وصَيَّرْت نَقلي على كأسِه

شفاءَ شِفاهيَ مِن رَشْفهِ

شفاءَ شِفاهيَ مِن رَشْفهِ

And I made my relish alongside his cup

the healing of my lips by sipping at his lips.