1. الرَّاحُ روحِي فَكَيْفَ أَهْجُرُها

    مَنْظَرُها طَيِّبٌ وَمَخْبَرُها

    Wine is my soul—how, then, could I forsake it?

    Its appearance is pleasing, and so is its inner nature.

  2. راحٌ إِذْا ما الفَقِيرُ صَافَحَهَا

    أَغْناهُ يَاقُوتُها وَجَوهَرُها

    Wine that, whenever a poor man clasps its hand,

    Its rubies and jewels enrich him.