ومُدامةٍ يَخفى النهارُ لنورِها

ومُدامةٍ يَخفى النهارُ لنورِها

وتَذِلُّ أكنافً الدجى لضيائها

وتَذِلُّ أكنافً الدجى لضيائها

And a wine whose radiance makes daylight fade,

With wine whose daylight is eclipsed by its glow,

and before whose glow the reaches of darkness bow.

And whose skirts make the darkness cower before its brilliance,

صُبَّت فأَحدَقَ نورُها بزُجاجِها

صُبَّت فأَحدَقَ نورُها بزُجاجِها

فكأَنها جُعِلَت إناءَ إنائها

فكأَنها جُعِلَت إناءَ إنائها

It was poured, and its light encircled its glass,

When poured it focuses its light through its glass,

as though it had been made a vessel for its own vessel.

As if it was made to be contained in its vessel.

وتُرى إذا صُبَّت بَدَت في كأسها

وتُرى إذا صُبَّت بَدَت في كأسها

متقاصرَ الأَرجاءِ عن أرجائها

متقاصرَ الأَرجاءِ عن أرجائها

And when poured, it is seen appearing within its cup,

When poured it appears in its goblet,

whose bounds fall short of the wine's own bounds.

With its hues receding to its edges.

وتَكادُ إن مُزِجَت لرقَّةِ لونها

وتَكادُ إن مُزِجَت لرقَّةِ لونها

تَمتازُ عند مِزاجِها من مائِها

تَمتازُ عند مِزاجِها من مائِها

And if blended, such is the delicacy of its color

And if mixed, it nearly separates, so delicate its color,

that it almost stands apart from its water in the mixing.

From its water at the point of mingling.

صفراء تُضحي الشمسُ إن قيست بها

صفراء تُضحي الشمسُ إن قيست بها

في ضوئها كالليل في أضوائها

في ضوئها كالليل في أضوائها

Yellow—the sun, if compared with it, becomes

A golden hue beside which the sun seems dark

in brightness like night amid the wine's radiance.

In its glow, like the night in its lights.

وإذا تصفَّحتَ الهواءَ رأيتهُ

وإذا تصفَّحتَ الهواءَ رأيتهُ

كَدِرَ الأَديمة عند حُسنِ صفائها

كَدِرَ الأَديمة عند حُسنِ صفائها

And when you scrutinize the air, you see it

And if you survey the air, you see it

murky on its surface beside the beauty of the wine's clarity.

Turbid next to its excellent clarity.

تَزدادُ مِن كَرمِ الطباعِ بقَدرِ ما

تَزدادُ مِن كَرمِ الطباعِ بقَدرِ ما

تودي به الأيامُ من أجزائِها

تودي به الأيامُ من أجزائِها

Its nobility of nature increases in proportion to what

It increases in generosity the more

the days carry away of its substance.

The days diminish its parts.

لا شيء أعجَب من تَوَلُّد بُرئِها

لا شيء أعجَب من تَوَلُّد بُرئِها

من سُقمِها ودَوائِها مِن دائِها

من سُقمِها ودَوائِها مِن دائِها

Nothing is more wondrous than its recovery springing

Nothing is more wondrous than its generation

from its sickness, and its remedy from its disease.

Of health from its sickness, and its medicine from its disease.