عَلى وَجهِهِ بِالكاسِ صِرفُ سُلافَةٍ

عَلى وَجهِهِ بِالكاسِ صِرفُ سُلافَةٍ

سَقاني بِيُمناه فَطابَت بِذا نَفسي

سَقاني بِيُمناه فَطابَت بِذا نَفسي

With his face before me, unmixed, choice wine in the cup—

On his face with the cup is a draught of wine

He gave me to drink with his right hand, and this gladdened my soul.

He gave me to drink with his right hand, so my soul was delighted

شَرِبت عَلى شَمسٍ تُضيءُ بَهيَّة

شَرِبت عَلى شَمسٍ تُضيءُ بَهيَّة

بِشَمسٍ زَهَت شَمساً حَلت لي مِنَ الشمسِ

بِشَمسٍ زَهَت شَمساً حَلت لي مِنَ الشمسِ

I drank before a sun, shining and beautiful,

I drank to a sun shining radiantly

With a sun that shone as a sun, sweet to me from the sun.

To a sun more brilliant than the sun which came to me from the sun