يا خمرةَ ثغرِهِ الشهيِّ البرْقِ

يا خمرةَ ثغرِهِ الشهيِّ البرْقِ

ما حرمَكِ الشاربُ فارعيْ حقي

ما حرمَكِ الشاربُ فارعيْ حقي

O wine of his luscious, lightning-bright mouth,

O wine of his alluring lips like lightning,

The mustache has not made you forbidden; so honor my right.

The drinker has not forbidden you, so grant me my right,

كانَتْ شفتاهُ حُقَّ درٍّ بهجٍ

كانَتْ شفتاهُ حُقَّ درٍّ بهجٍ

والشاربُ قد جاءَ غطاءَ الحُق

والشاربُ قد جاءَ غطاءَ الحُق

His two lips were a casket of lovely pearls,

His lips were truly sweet nectar,

And the mustache has come as the casket's lid.

And the drinker has come to claim his due.