باكِرِ اليَومَ الصَبوحا

باكِرِ اليَومَ الصَبوحا

وَاِعصِ في الخَمرِ النَصوحا

وَاِعصِ في الخَمرِ النَصوحا

Take today's morning draught early,

In the early morn of youthful glee,

Hasten today to the morning draught,

and defy the earnest adviser concerning wine.

Pour in the goblet's bliss for me;

And defy the censor regarding wine.

وَاِسقِنيها مِن عُقارٍ

وَاِسقِنيها مِن عُقارٍ

عَهِدَت في الفُلكِ نوحا

عَهِدَت في الفُلكِ نوحا

And pour me some of the wine

While yet my soul the feast prolongs,

Pour me a drink of a vintage deep,

that knew Noah aboard the Ark.

Quaff from the palm-wine fresh and strong.

That witnessed Noah upon the Ark.

قَهوَةً تُقرِنُ في جِس

قَهوَةً تُقرِنُ في جِس

مِكَ مَع روحِكَ روحا

مِكَ مَع روحِكَ روحا

Wine that joins within your body

Give me the cup where friendship glows,

A liquor that partners within your frame,

another spirit to your own.

With drafts that cheer life's weary close;

A second spirit with your own soul.

فَإِذا صادَفتَ مِنها

فَإِذا صادَفتَ مِنها

نَفحَةً خِلتَ نَضوحا

نَفحَةً خِلتَ نَضوحا

So when you catch from it

But when thou fill'st the generous bowl,

If you were to catch but a breath of it,

a waft, you would take it for liquid perfume.

Let reason ride the helm of soul.

You would deem it a burst of pure perfume.

ثُمَّ لا يَركَبُ مِنها

ثُمَّ لا يَركَبُ مِنها

مَركَباً إِلّا جَموحا

مَركَباً إِلّا جَموحا

Then, under its sway, one rides no

Nor launch my reckless bark alone

And none mounts a steed, under its sway,

mount but a headstrong one.

On passion's wave with rashness strown.

Save for one wild and unbridled.