فَمَن كانَ لَم يَسمَع عَجيباً فَإِنَّني

فَمَن كانَ لَم يَسمَع عَجيباً فَإِنَّني

عَجيبُ الحَديثِ يا أُمَيمَ وَصادِقُه

عَجيبُ الحَديثِ يا أُمَيمَ وَصادِقُه

Whoever has never heard a marvel—indeed, I

For whoever has not heard something wondrous, I am

Have a wondrous tale, Umaym, and a true one.

Wondrous in speech, O Umayma, and its truth-teller

وَقَد كانَ لي أُنسانِ يا أُمَّ مالِكٍ

وَقَد كانَ لي أُنسانِ يا أُمَّ مالِكٍ

وَكُلٌّ إِذا فَتَّشَتني أَنا عاشِقُه

وَكُلٌّ إِذا فَتَّشَتني أَنا عاشِقُه

I had two sources of solace, Umm Malik,

And I had a companion, O mother of Malik

And each, if you examined me, you would find I loved:

Each, whenever I search, I am their lover

عَزيزَةُ وَالكَأَسُ الَّتي مَن يُحِلُّها

عَزيزَةُ وَالكَأَسُ الَّتي مَن يُحِلُّها

تُخادِعُهُ عَن عَقلِهِ فَتُصادِقُه

تُخادِعُهُ عَن عَقلِهِ فَتُصادِقُه

Aziza and the cup, which, if anyone deems it lawful,

Precious, and the cup which he who drinks it

Beguiles him out of his reason, then befriends him.

Deceives him of his reason, so it befriends him

تَحارَبَتا عِندي فَعَطَّلتُ دَنَّها

تَحارَبَتا عِندي فَعَطَّلتُ دَنَّها

وَأَكوابَها وَالدَهرُ جَمٌّ بَوائِقُه

وَأَكوابَها وَالدَهرُ جَمٌّ بَوائِقُه

The two fought before me, so I left its wine jar idle,

They battled within me, so I neglected her approach

And its cups; time's calamities are many.

And her cups, and time has many separations

وَحَرَّمتُها حَولَينِ ثُمَّ أَزَلَّني

وَحَرَّمتُها حَولَينِ ثُمَّ أَزَلَّني

حَديثُ النَدامى وَالنَشيدُ أُوافِقُه

حَديثُ النَدامى وَالنَشيدُ أُوافِقُه

I renounced it for two years, then was led astray

And I forbade her for two years, then memories of regret removed me

By the drinking companions' talk and the song I sang along with.

And the singing agrees with it

فَلَمّا شَرِبتُ الكَأسَ بانَت بَأُختِها

فَلَمّا شَرِبتُ الكَأسَ بانَت بَأُختِها

فَبانَ الغَزالُ المُستَحَبُّ خَلائِقُه

فَبانَ الغَزالُ المُستَحَبُّ خَلائِقُه

So when I drank the cup, it carried its sister away,

So when I drank the cup, through her sister

And away went the gazelle whose ways were so dear.

The beautiful gazelle, pleasing in her qualities, appeared

فَما أَطيَبَ الكَأسَ الَّتي اِعتَضتُ مِنكُم

فَما أَطيَبَ الكَأسَ الَّتي اِعتَضتُ مِنكُم

وَلَكِنَّها لَيسَت بِريمٍ أُعانِقُه

وَلَكِنَّها لَيسَت بِريمٍ أُعانِقُه

How sweet the cup I took in exchange for you!

How good is the cup you have forbidden me

Yet it is no white gazelle for me to embrace.

But it is not Raim I would embrace