غادِني بِالصُبوحِ قَبلَ الصَباحِ

غادِني بِالصُبوحِ قَبلَ الصَباحِ

وَاِجرِ في حَلبَةِ الصِبا وَالمراحِ

وَاِجرِ في حَلبَةِ الصِبا وَالمراحِ

Visit me early with morning wine, before dawn,

Lead me at dawn before the morning light

And race in the arena of youth and merriment.

And roam in the arena of youth and delight

وَاِغتَنِم زائِرِ الغَرامِ فَقَد بَشْ

وَاِغتَنِم زائِرِ الغَرامِ فَقَد بَشْ

شرَ بِالغَيثِ مِن نَسيمِ الرِياحِ

شرَ بِالغَيثِ مِن نَسيمِ الرِياحِ

And make the most of love's visitor, for he has brought

Seize the visitor of passion, for good tidings

glad tidings of rain from the breeze of the winds.

Were heralded by the breeze from the winds alight

عاطِنيها كَالجَلنارِ إِذا ما

عاطِنيها كَالجَلنارِ إِذا ما

كُلِّلَت مِن حَبابِه بِالأَقاحِ

كُلِّلَت مِن حَبابِه بِالأَقاحِ

Pass it to me, like pomegranate blossom, when

Give me the wine as the bubbly when

it is crowned with daisies formed from its bubbles,

Crowned by its foam with berries bright

في اِختِصاصِ التُفّاحِ بِالطَيِّبِ وَالخَم

في اِختِصاصِ التُفّاحِ بِالطَيِّبِ وَالخَم

رَةِ لا في كَثافَةِ التُفّاحِ

رَةِ لا في كَثافَةِ التُفّاحِ

Sharing the apple's distinctive fragrance and ruddy

In excelling in the scent of apples and wine

hue, but not the apple's density.

Not in the quantity of apples in sight

غَيرَ نَكرٍ أَن تَستَمِدَّ شُعاعَ ال

غَيرَ نَكرٍ أَن تَستَمِدَّ شُعاعَ ال

شَمسِ مِنها كَواكِبَ الأَقداحِ

شَمسِ مِنها كَواكِبَ الأَقداحِ

It is no wonder that the radiance of the

It's no wonder that it derives the sun's rays

sun is drawn from it by the stars of the goblets.

Like stars derive their light

فَهِيَ أَصلُ الأَنوارِ لُطفاً كَما كا

فَهِيَ أَصلُ الأَنوارِ لُطفاً كَما كا

ساتُها عُنصُرُ الزلالِ القَراحِ

ساتُها عُنصُرُ الزلالِ القَراحِ

For it is the source of light in its subtlety, just as its

It's the origin of gentleness in its essence

cups are the substance of pure, clear water.

As its drops are the element of limpid white

خَدَمَتها الأَجسامُ بِالطَبعِ لما

خَدَمَتها الأَجسامُ بِالطَبعِ لما

شاهَدَت قُربَها مِنَ الأَرواحِ

شاهَدَت قُربَها مِنَ الأَرواحِ

Bodies served it by nature, when

Bodies are drawn to it by nature

they saw its nearness to spirits.

When witnessing its closeness to the soul and sprite

فَتَدارَك بِها حَشاشَةَ أَفرا

فَتَدارَك بِها حَشاشَةَ أَفرا

حي وَحَرَّكَ بِها سُكونَ أَرتِياحي

حي وَحَرَّكَ بِها سُكونَ أَرتِياحي

So revive with it the last spark of my

So it mended my languor and laziness

joys, and with it stir the stillness of my delight,

And stirred my stillness and respite

بَينَ وَردَينِ مِن بَنانٍ وَخَد

بَينَ وَردَينِ مِن بَنانٍ وَخَد

وَشَرابَينِ مِن رِضابٍ وَراحِ

وَشَرابَينِ مِن رِضابٍ وَراحِ

Between two roses, of fingertips and cheek,

Between two rose buds and goblets

And two draughts, of saliva and wine,

Of pleasure and comfort, out of sight

وَنَشيدٍ مُستَنبطٍ مِن حَديثٍ

وَنَشيدٍ مُستَنبطٍ مِن حَديثٍ

وَغِناءٍ يُغني عَن الأَقداحِ

وَغِناءٍ يُغني عَن الأَقداحِ

And a chant drawn from conversation,

A melody deduced from a tale

And singing that leaves no need for goblets.

A song that makes one forsake invite

فَأَلَذّ الحَياةِ ما خَلَطَ العا

فَأَلَذّ الحَياةِ ما خَلَطَ العا

قِلُ فيهِ فَسادَهُ بِصَلاحِ

قِلُ فيهِ فَسادَهُ بِصَلاحِ

For the sweetest life is that in which the wise

For the sweetest life mixes corruption with its

man mingles his vice with virtue.

Virtue, wrong with right