ويسقى من روى عَينَي

ويسقى من روى عَينَي

هِ خمراً منهُ يُحييني

هِ خمراً منهُ يُحييني

And whoever has sated his eyes is given

He waters me from the spring of his eyes

Wine from him that revives me,

With wine from him that revives me

بِوَردٍ فوقَ خَدَّيهِ

بِوَردٍ فوقَ خَدَّيهِ

وتفاحٍ ونسرينِ

وتفاحٍ ونسرينِ

With roses upon his cheeks

With roses upon his cheeks

And apples and eglantine.

And apples and jasmine

فما ينفكُّ منهُ بَي

فما ينفكُّ منهُ بَي

نَ راحٍ أو رَياحينِ

نَ راحٍ أو رَياحينِ

So one never parts from him, amid

So my house never parts from him

Wine or fragrant flowers;

Breezes or little winds

وَما تَنفكُّ منهُ قط

وَما تَنفكُّ منهُ قط

طُ دنيائي وَلا ديني

طُ دنيائي وَلا ديني

And never is parted from him

And my world and my religion never part from him at all

My worldly life, nor my faith.