إِذا شاقَكَ ناقوسٌ

إِذا شاقَكَ ناقوسٌ

وَشَجوُ النايِ وَالعودُ

وَشَجوُ النايِ وَالعودُ

If a church bell stirred your longing,

If the toll of a bell stirs a yearning in you,

and the flute's lament and the lute,

And the sorrowful sigh of the flute and the oud,

وَغوديتَ بِريقِ الخَم

وَغوديتَ بِريقِ الخَم

رِ مَجَّتهُ العَناقيدُ

رِ مَجَّتهُ العَناقيدُ

and at dawn you were served the spittle of wine,

And you wake to the glimmering sparkle of wine,

spat forth by the grape clusters,

Which the clusters of grapes have distilled and brewed,

تَطَرَّبَت إِلى الإِلفِ

تَطَرَّبَت إِلى الإِلفِ

فَقالوا أَنتَ عِربيدُ

فَقالوا أَنتَ عِربيدُ

you were stirred to longing for your beloved;

And you thrill with desire for the one you adore,

then they said, “You are a riotous drunkard.”

Though they say: "You are merely a drunkard, and lewd,"

وَهَل عَربَدَ مَكروبٌ

وَهَل عَربَدَ مَكروبٌ

قَريحُ القَلبِ مَعمودُ

قَريحُ القَلبِ مَعمودُ

And has a grief-stricken man ever caroused riotously—

Does a man act the sot when he's crippled by grief,

wounded at heart and sorely afflicted?

With a heart that is wounded, by sickness subdued?