بِنَفسِيَ مُستَسلِمٌ لِلرُقادِ

بِنَفسِيَ مُستَسلِمٌ لِلرُقادِ

يُحَدِّثُني السُكرُ مِن طَرفِهِ

يُحَدِّثُني السُكرُ مِن طَرفِهِ

My life be ransom for one surrendered to slumber;

With myself surrendered to slumber

Intoxication speaks to me through his gaze.

Inebriation speaks to me in its own tongue

سَريعٌ إِلى الأَرضِ مِن حينِهِ

سَريعٌ إِلى الأَرضِ مِن حينِهِ

بَطيءٌ إِلى الكَأسِ مِن كَفِّهِ

بَطيءٌ إِلى الكَأسِ مِن كَفِّهِ

Swift to the ground at once,

Quick to the ground at its very moment

Slow from his hand toward the cup.

Slow to the glass from its grasp