إِن كُنتِ تَسقينَ غَيرَ الراحِ فَاِسقيني

إِن كُنتِ تَسقينَ غَيرَ الراحِ فَاِسقيني

كَأساً أَلَذُّ بِها مَن فيكِ تَشفيني

كَأساً أَلَذُّ بِها مَن فيكِ تَشفيني

If you serve something other than wine, then give me

If you quench the thirst of others, not me,

A cup from your mouth that I delight in, one that heals me.

Then give me a cup, delightful, healing.

عَيناكِ راحي وَريحاني حَديثُكِ لي

عَيناكِ راحي وَريحاني حَديثُكِ لي

وَلَونُ خَدَّيكِ لَونُ الوَردِ يَكفيني

وَلَونُ خَدَّيكِ لَونُ الوَردِ يَكفيني

Your eyes are my wine, and your words to me my sweet basil.

Your eyes bring me rest, your words joy,

And your cheeks’ color, the color of roses, suffices me.

The blush of your cheek is rose enough for me.

إِذا نَهانِيَ عَن شُربِ الطَلا حَرَجٌ

إِذا نَهانِيَ عَن شُربِ الطَلا حَرَجٌ

فَخَمرُ عَينِكِ يُغنيني وَيُجزيني

فَخَمرُ عَينِكِ يُغنيني وَيُجزيني

If a scruple forbids me to drink wine,

When inhibited from ruby wine for propriety,

Then the wine of your eye suffices me and satisfies me.

The wine of your eyes intoxicates, fulfills me.

لَولا عَلاماتُ شَيبٍ لَو أَتَت وَعَظَت

لَولا عَلاماتُ شَيبٍ لَو أَتَت وَعَظَت

لَقَد صَحَوتُ وَلَكِن سَوفَ تَأتيني

لَقَد صَحَوتُ وَلَكِن سَوفَ تَأتيني

Were it not for signs of gray hair—which would admonish me if they came—

Were it not for signs of age coming to advise

I would indeed have sobered up; but they will come to me.

I’d have awakened, but more will come to me.

أَرضى الشَبابَ فَإِنَّ أَهلَك فَعَن قَدَرٍ

أَرضى الشَبابَ فَإِنَّ أَهلَك فَعَن قَدَرٍ

وَإِن بَقَيتُ فَإِنَّ الشَيبَ يُسليني

وَإِن بَقَيتُ فَإِنَّ الشَيبَ يُسليني

I am content with youth; so if I perish, it is by fate,

I accept my youth, your people had their fate,

And if I live on, gray hair will surely console me.

And if I remain, then grey hair will console me.