أُلهُ بِالبيضِ المِلاحِ

أُلهُ بِالبيضِ المِلاحِ

وَبِقَيناتٍ وَراحِ

وَبِقَيناتٍ وَراحِ

Amuse yourself with fair-skinned beauties,

Pray with fresh buttermilk,

Distract yourself with beauties fair and bright,

And with singing slave girls and wine.

And soothing basil,

With singing-girls and vintage wine flowing;

لا يَصُدَّنَّكَ لاحٍ

لا يَصُدَّنَّكَ لاحٍ

هُوَ عَن سُكرِكَ صاحِ

هُوَ عَن سُكرِكَ صاحِ

Let no reprover deter you:

Let no one deter you,

Let no scolding critic turn you from your path,

He is sober, untouched by your drunkenness.

It shouts your intoxication,

He stays sober while you are deep in cups.

لَيسَ لِلهَمِّ دَواءٌ

لَيسَ لِلهَمِّ دَواءٌ

كَاِغتِباقٍ وَاِصطِباحِ

كَاِغتِباقٍ وَاِصطِباحِ

There is no remedy for sorrow

Worry has no remedy,

For there is no medicine to cure our grief,

Like drinking wine in the evening and morning.

Like relaxation and morning,

Like the evening draught and the morning drink.

فَلَعَمري ما يُداوى ال

فَلَعَمري ما يُداوى ال

هَمُّ بِالماءِ القَراحِ

هَمُّ بِالماءِ القَراحِ

For, by my life, there is no curing the

By my life, nothing cures,

By my life! One cannot heal the heavy heart,

sorrow with pure water.

Worry but cold water.

With nothing more than water, pure and simple.