صاحِ ما لي وَلِلرُسومِ القِفارِ

صاحِ ما لي وَلِلرُسومِ القِفارِ

وَلِنَعتِ المَطِيِّ وَالأَكوارِ

وَلِنَعتِ المَطِيِّ وَالأَكوارِ

O friend, what have I to do with desolate ruins,

O friend! I care not for the desert's drawings

My friend, what use have I for desolate ruins,

or with describing riding camels and saddles?

Nor the camel driver's songs and tambourines

Or for the description of mounts and saddles?

شَغَلَتني المُدامُ وَالقَصفُ عَنها

شَغَلَتني المُدامُ وَالقَصفُ عَنها

وَقِراعُ الطُنبورِ وَالأَوتارِ

وَقِراعُ الطُنبورِ وَالأَوتارِ

Wine and revelry have distracted me from them,

Wine and the morning cup have kept me from them

Aged wine and revelry have diverted me from them,

and the strumming of the tanbur and the strings,

And the strumming tunes of strings and mandolines

Along with the strumming of the tanbur and the strings,

وَاِستِماعي الغِناءَ مِن كُلِّ خَودٍ

وَاِستِماعي الغِناءَ مِن كُلِّ خَودٍ

ذاتِ دَلٍّ بِطَرفِها السَحّارِ

ذاتِ دَلٍّ بِطَرفِها السَحّارِ

and my listening to singing from every young beauty,

Hearing the singing of a tender-glanced beauty

And listening to the song of every tender maiden

coquettish, with her bewitching gaze.

With a charm in her eyes that captivates and means

Possessed of coquetry and a bewitching gaze.

فَدَعوني فَذاكَ أَشهى وَأَحلى

فَدَعوني فَذاكَ أَشهى وَأَحلى

مِن سُؤالِ التُرابِ وَالأَحجارِ

مِن سُؤالِ التُرابِ وَالأَحجارِ

So leave me be, for that is more desirable and sweeter

So leave me be, for that is far more pleasing

So leave me be, for this is more savory and sweet

than questioning the dust and stones.

Than asking the earth, the rocks and terrains

Than questioning the scattered dust and stones.