يا صاحِ يَشغَلُ سَمعي عَن عَواذِلَهُ

يا صاحِ يَشغَلُ سَمعي عَن عَواذِلَهُ

قَرعُ الكُؤوسِ بِأَفواهِ القَوازيزِ

قَرعُ الكُؤوسِ بِأَفواهِ القَوازيزِ

O friend, my hearing is diverted from its reproachers

O my companion, your cup's clink distracts my hearing from her reproaches,

By cups clinking against the mouths of glass bottles.

As you pour wine into cups with mouths of ewers.

أَصغى بِإِبريقِهِ مِن تَحتِ مِبزَلِها

أَصغى بِإِبريقِهِ مِن تَحتِ مِبزَلِها

حَتّى تَمَلَّأَ مِن أَحشاءِ مَوخوزِ

حَتّى تَمَلَّأَ مِن أَحشاءِ مَوخوزِ

He tilted his ewer beneath its tap,

He bent his pitcher under her abode,

Until it filled from the innards of a pierced vessel.

Until it was filled from the heart of fermented grapes.

يُضاحِكُ الأُقحُوانُ الغَضُّ في فَمِهِ

يُضاحِكُ الأُقحُوانُ الغَضُّ في فَمِهِ

تُفّاحَ خَدٍّ بِخالِ المِسكِ مَغروزِ

تُفّاحَ خَدٍّ بِخالِ المِسكِ مَغروزِ

The fresh daisies in his mouth exchange smiles with

Laughing coquettishly, the tender apple in his mouth,

A cheek's apple, studded with a mole of musk.

With a cheek beauty-marked by musk.

كَأَنَّ ديباجَةً في وَجهِهِ نَشَرَت

كَأَنَّ ديباجَةً في وَجهِهِ نَشَرَت

تَطريزَةً حَثَّها في حُسنِ تَطريزِ

تَطريزَةً حَثَّها في حُسنِ تَطريزِ

As though brocade upon his face had spread

As if he had spread out brocade on his face,

An embroidered pattern he urged into beautiful needlework.

An embroidery whose beauty was exquisitely wrought.

فَنَحنُ مِنهُ وَفي أَيّامِهِ أَبَداً

فَنَحنُ مِنهُ وَفي أَيّامِهِ أَبَداً

في مِهرَجانٍ نُغاديهِ وَنَيروزِ

في مِهرَجانٍ نُغاديهِ وَنَيروزِ

So through him, and throughout his days, we are always

We are with him, and in his days forever,

At a Mihragan we greet each morning, and a Nowruz.

Celebrating in a festival, joyous and glad.

إِذ لا يَزالُ مِنَ الفِتيانِ ذو طَرَبٍ

إِذ لا يَزالُ مِنَ الفِتيانِ ذو طَرَبٍ

يَعُبُّ مِن ذَهَبٍ قَد ذابَ إِبريزِ

يَعُبُّ مِن ذَهَبٍ قَد ذابَ إِبريزِ

For among the youths, a joyous one is always

For he remains, of the youths, possessed of rapture,

Drinking deeply of gold that has melted—pure gold.

Melting gold that had flowed molten from a crucible.

دامَ عَلَيهِ هَجيرُ الشَمسِ يَسبِكُهُ

دامَ عَلَيهِ هَجيرُ الشَمسِ يَسبِكُهُ

فَمَيَّزَ الصَفوَ مِنهُ أَيَّ تَميِيزِ

فَمَيَّزَ الصَفوَ مِنهُ أَيَّ تَميِيزِ

The sun's noonday heat persisted upon it, smelting it,

The sun's heat poured on him, refining him,

And separated out its pure essence—how thoroughly!

Distinguishing the pure gold, however it be purified.

تُنازِعُ الماءَ في الأَقداحِ إِذ مُزِجَت

تُنازِعُ الماءَ في الأَقداحِ إِذ مُزِجَت

بِصارِمٍ مِن سُيوفِ النَومِ مَهزوزِ

بِصارِمٍ مِن سُيوفِ النَومِ مَهزوزِ

It contends with water in the goblets when mixed,

It contends with water in cups when mixed

With a keen, brandished blade from the swords of sleep.

With a sword of drowsiness, tottering.

مَتى يُريدُ جُموحاً وَهيَ تَجذُبُهُ

مَتى يُريدُ جُموحاً وَهيَ تَجذُبُهُ

هَل يَستَطيعُ سِلاحاً غَيرَ تَبريزِ

هَل يَستَطيعُ سِلاحاً غَيرَ تَبريزِ

Whenever he seeks to bolt, while it draws him in,

Whenever it desires tempestuousness, while she restrains him,

Can he muster any weapon but racing ahead?

Can he wield any weapon but severance?

لا يُقعِدُ الشَكُّ عَزمي عِندَ نَهضَتِهِ

لا يُقعِدُ الشَكُّ عَزمي عِندَ نَهضَتِهِ

وَلَيسَ رَأسِيَ عَن حَزمٍ بِمَحجوزِ

وَلَيسَ رَأسِيَ عَن حَزمٍ بِمَحجوزِ

Doubt does not hold back my resolve when it rises,

Doubt does not keep my resolve seated when he rises,

Nor is my head barred from firm judgment.

Nor is my head bound from resoluteness.