إِسقِنا يا يَزيدُ بِالقَرقارَه

إِسقِنا يا يَزيدُ بِالقَرقارَه

قَد طَرِبنا وَحَنَّتِ الزَمارَه

قَد طَرِبنا وَحَنَّتِ الزَمارَه

Give us drink, O Yazid, from the wine jug.

Give me to drink, O Yazid, from the gurgling jug

We have grown merry, and the pipe has sighed,

For we are enraptured and the lute is moaning

مِن شَرابٍ كَأَنَّهُ دَمُ خَشفٍ

مِن شَرابٍ كَأَنَّهُ دَمُ خَشفٍ

عَتَّقَتهُ هَشيمَةُ الخَمّارَه

عَتَّقَتهُ هَشيمَةُ الخَمّارَه

Of wine like the blood of a young gazelle,

With a drink that is like the blood of an unweaned lamb

Aged by Hashima the wine-seller.

Aged by the dregs of the wine-merchant's flagon

إِسقِني إِسقِني فَإِنَّ ذُنوبي

إِسقِني إِسقِني فَإِنَّ ذُنوبي

قَد أَحاطَت فَما لَها كَفّارَه

قَد أَحاطَت فَما لَها كَفّارَه

Give me drink, give me drink, for my sins

Give me to drink, give me to drink, for my sins

Have hemmed me in, so there is no atonement for them.

Have encircled me, with no atonement