وَعَدتِ وَالخِلُّ مَوفِيٌّ لَهُ زُفَراً

وَعَدتِ وَالخِلُّ مَوفِيٌّ لَهُ زُفَراً

بابنِ الغَمامِ مَشوباً بابنَةِ العِنَبِ

بابنِ الغَمامِ مَشوباً بابنَةِ العِنَبِ

You promised, while the lover was given his fill of sighs,

You promised, and the promise is kept by the cheek

The son of the cloud, mixed with the daughter of the grape.

With the son of clouds intermingled with the daughter of grapes

فَجئنَ يا ساقياتِ الخَمرِ صافيَةً

فَجئنَ يا ساقياتِ الخَمرِ صافيَةً

بِها قُبَيلَ اِبتِسامِ الفَجرِ عَن كَثَبِ

بِها قُبَيلَ اِبتِسامِ الفَجرِ عَن كَثَبِ

So come, O women who pour clear wine,

So come, O bearers of pure wine

With it, just before dawn smiles, close at hand.

With it, before the smile of dawn closely appears

فَإِنَّ دَغدَغَةَ الأَقداحِ مُهدِيَةٌ

فَإِنَّ دَغدَغَةَ الأَقداحِ مُهدِيَةٌ

إِليَّ تَعتَعَةً لِلسُّكرِ تَعبَثُ بي

إِليَّ تَعتَعَةً لِلسُّكرِ تَعبَثُ بي

For the tickling of the cups bestows

For the tingling of cups is a gift

On me a drunken stammer that toys with me.

That leads me to the intoxication of drunkenness messing with me

وَأَنتِ يا عَلْوَ شيمي اللَّحظَ إِنَّ لَهُ

وَأَنتِ يا عَلْوَ شيمي اللَّحظَ إِنَّ لَهُ

في القَلبِ وَقعَ شَبا المأثورَةِ القُضُبِ

في القَلبِ وَقعَ شَبا المأثورَةِ القُضُبِ

And you, O ʿAlw, sheathe your glance, for it has

And you, O sublime beauty, your glance indeed

In the heart the impact of the sharp edges of patterned swords.

Has struck in my heart wildly like a shooting star

ضَحِكتِ ثُمَّ بَكى الإِبريقُ مُنتَحِباً

ضَحِكتِ ثُمَّ بَكى الإِبريقُ مُنتَحِباً

فالرِّيقُ وَالثَّغرُ مِثلُ الرَّاحِ وَالحَبَبِ

فالرِّيقُ وَالثَّغرُ مِثلُ الرَّاحِ وَالحَبَبِ

You laughed; then the ewer wept, sobbing.

The pitcher laughed then cried, grieving

So your saliva and mouth are like wine and bubbles.

For the saliva and mouth are like the wind and seeds

وَنَحنُ في رَوضَةٍ جَرَّ النَّسيمُ بِها

وَنَحنُ في رَوضَةٍ جَرَّ النَّسيمُ بِها

ذَيلاً بِهِ بَلَلٌ مِن أَدمُعِ السُّحُبِ

ذَيلاً بِهِ بَلَلٌ مِن أَدمُعِ السُّحُبِ

And we are in a garden where the breeze has trailed

While we are in a garden, in which the breeze dragged

A hem wet with the tears of the clouds.

A tail laden with raindrops from the clouds

إِذا ذَكَرتُ بِها نَجداً وَساكِنَهُ

إِذا ذَكَرتُ بِها نَجداً وَساكِنَهُ

وَضَعتُ حُبوَةَ حِلمي في يَدِ الطَرَبِ

وَضَعتُ حُبوَةَ حِلمي في يَدِ الطَرَبِ

When I recall Najd and its dweller there,

When I mention it, Najd and its dwellers

I place the girdle of my self-restraint in the hand of rapture.

I place the bead of my dream in the hand of rapture