حثت صبوحي فكاهة اللاهي

حثت صبوحي فكاهة اللاهي

وطابَ يومي لقربِ أشباهي

وطابَ يومي لقربِ أشباهي

The merrymaker’s mirth spurred my morning drinking,

My morning urged me to be playful,

And my day was sweet with those like me nearby.

And my day became pleasant with my friends nearby.

فاستثر اللهو من مكامنه

فاستثر اللهو من مكامنه

من قبل يومٍ منغصٍ ناهي

من قبل يومٍ منغصٍ ناهي

So rouse merriment from its hiding places,

Mirth emerged from its hiding places,

Before a day that spoils pleasure and forbids it,

After a gone day of grief and sighs.

بابنة كرمٍ من كف منتطقٍ

بابنة كرمٍ من كف منتطقٍ

مؤتزرٍ بالمجون تياه

مؤتزرٍ بالمجون تياه

With the vine’s daughter, from a girdled man’s hand,

From the palm of a generous daughter,

His waist wrapped in wantonness, full of swagger.

Dressed in beautiful garments,

يسقيك من طرفه ومن يده

يسقيك من طرفه ومن يده

سقي لطيفٍ مجربٍ داهي

سقي لطيفٍ مجربٍ داهي

He gives you drink from his gaze and from his hand,

She gives you to drink from her eyes and hands

As one deft, experienced, and shrewd pours:

A gentle, experienced intoxication.

كأساً فكأساً كان شاربها

كأساً فكأساً كان شاربها

حيرانُ بين الذكورِ والساهي

حيرانُ بين الذكورِ والساهي

Cup after cup; its drinker was

Cup after cup she offers,

Bewildered, between being mindful and heedless.

Leaving the drinker dazed between consciousness and oblivion.