فَكَم لَثمَةٍ في الكَأسِ أَنّى جَعَلتُها

فَكَم لَثمَةٍ في الكَأسِ أَنّى جَعَلتُها

تُغَيِّبُ عَن هَمّي بِمَن حَمَلَ الكاسا

تُغَيِّبُ عَن هَمّي بِمَن حَمَلَ الكاسا

So many a kiss in the cup, wherever I placed it,

So many sips I took from the cup, where I placed them,

Draws me away from my preoccupation with the one who carried the cup.

To forget my sorrow for the one who handed me the cup.

تُخَلِّصُني أَنفاسُهُ مِن خُمارِها

تُخَلِّصُني أَنفاسُهُ مِن خُمارِها

سَريعاً فَزادَ اللَهُ لي فيهِ أَنفاسا

سَريعاً فَزادَ اللَهُ لي فيهِ أَنفاسا

His breaths free me from its hangover

His breaths relieved me from its intoxication.

Swiftly—so may God give him more breaths for my sake.

Swiftly, and may God give me more of his breaths.