أَلا رُبَّ يَومٍ حَثَّتِ الكاسُ خَطوَهُ

أَلا رُبَّ يَومٍ حَثَّتِ الكاسُ خَطوَهُ

فَطارَ وَأَيّامُ السُرورِ قِصارُ

فَطارَ وَأَيّامُ السُرورِ قِصارُ

Ah, many a day—the cup hastened its pace,

Alas, many a day when the cup hastened his steps

So it flew by, and days of joy are short.

And sped away, and the days of joy are few,

عَثَرتُ بِذَيلِ السُكرِ فيهِ عَشِيَّةً

عَثَرتُ بِذَيلِ السُكرِ فيهِ عَشِيَّةً

وَلِلريحِ في مَوجِ الخَليجِ عِثارُ

وَلِلريحِ في مَوجِ الخَليجِ عِثارُ

At evening that day, I stumbled over drunkenness's hem,

At eve I stumbled in the skirt of drunkenness

While the wind stumbled in the gulf's waves.

And the wind in the wave of the gulf had a mind to sink me;

وَقَد فَضَّضَ النُوّارُ كُلَّ رَباوَةٍ

وَقَد فَضَّضَ النُوّارُ كُلَّ رَباوَةٍ

وَسالَ عَلَيها لِلأَصيلِ نُضارُ

وَسالَ عَلَيها لِلأَصيلِ نُضارُ

And the blossoms had silvered every hillock,

But the butler opened all the bottles he had,

And the late afternoon's pure gold flowed over it.

And poured for the family of origin a sparkling wine.