يُشَجُّ بَنو آدَمٍ بِالصُخورِ

يُشَجُّ بَنو آدَمٍ بِالصُخورِ

وَإِنَّ المُدامَ بِماءٍ تُشَجّ

وَإِنَّ المُدامَ بِماءٍ تُشَجّ

The sons of Adam have their heads gashed with stones,

Humans crave rocks to quench their thirst

And wine, indeed, is “gashed” with water.

Yet water is what truly refreshes

فَما نَزَلَ اليُمنُ في شَربِها

فَما نَزَلَ اليُمنُ في شَربِها

وَلا في وِعاءِ سُلافٍ نَشَج

وَلا في وِعاءِ سُلافٍ نَشَج

So no good fortune has descended upon drinking it,

No bucket could hold the blessings it brings

Nor gurgled in a vessel of choice wine.

Nor any cup match its preciousness