خَليلي قم لقد صَفَت العُقَارُ

خَليلي قم لقد صَفَت العُقَارُ

وَقَد غَنَّى على الأيكِ الهَزَارُ

وَقَد غَنَّى على الأيكِ الهَزَارُ

My friend, rise—the wine has cleared.

My friend, arise, for the homes have been emptied,

And the nightingale has sung in the grove.

And the reveler has sung to the extinguisher of fires.

إلى كم ذَا التَّوَاني فِي الأماني

إلى كم ذَا التَّوَاني فِي الأماني

أفِق ما العُمرُ إلا مُستَعَارُ

أفِق ما العُمرُ إلا مُستَعَارُ

How long this lingering in hopes?

How long will you persist in wishes and dreams?

Awake! Life is only borrowed.

Wake up! Life is but a loan.

وَخُذها مِن يدَي ظبي غرِيرِ

وَخُذها مِن يدَي ظبي غرِيرِ

بِجَفنَيهِ فُتُورٌ وَانكِسَارُ

بِجَفنَيهِ فُتُورٌ وَانكِسَارُ

And take it from the hands of a guileless gazelle,

Take her from me, gazelle with elegant neck,

Whose eyelids are languid and downcast.

With languid eyelids and broken pride.

غَزَالٌ فِي لَوَاحِظشهِ لُيوثٌ

غَزَالٌ فِي لَوَاحِظشهِ لُيوثٌ

وَفِي وَجَنَاتِهِ مَاءٌ وَنَارُ

وَفِي وَجَنَاتِهِ مَاءٌ وَنَارُ

A gazelle with lions in his glances,

A gazelle with eyes of a lion in her glances,

And in his cheeks are water and fire.

And in her cheeks water and fire.

إذا مَا اللَّيلُ جَنَّ على النَّدامى

إذا مَا اللَّيلُ جَنَّ على النَّدامى

تَبَسَّمَ مِن ثَنَايَاهُ النَّهَارُ

تَبَسَّمَ مِن ثَنَايَاهُ النَّهَارُ

When night envelops the drinking companions,

When the night covers the repentant with its gown,

Daylight smiles forth from his front teeth.

Day smiles from between its folds.

يَقُولُ لِيَ العَذولُ تًَسَلَّ عنهُ

يَقُولُ لِيَ العَذولُ تًَسَلَّ عنهُ

وَما عُذرِي وَقَد نَبَتَ العِذارُ

وَما عُذرِي وَقَد نَبَتَ العِذارُ

The reproacher tells me, 'Forget him.'

The censurers say to me, “Refrain from it”,

And what excuse have I, now that down has sprouted on his cheeks?

But what is my excuse when vines have sprouted?

فَصَبراً لِلنَّوَى بَعدَ التَّدانِي

فَصَبراً لِلنَّوَى بَعدَ التَّدانِي

فَلَولاَ الخمرُ ما حُمِدَ الخُمارُ

فَلَولاَ الخمرُ ما حُمِدَ الخُمارُ

So be patient with separation after closeness.

Have patience with the intent after coming close,

For were it not for wine, the hangover would not be praised.

For if not for wine, veils would not be praised.