مِنfrom نشركyour fragrance طابَتgrew sweet نَفَحاتُwafts الكاسِthe cup
مِن نشرك طابَت نَفَحاتُ الكاسِ
مِنfrom عَكسِكَyour reflection راقَتgrew lovely صَفَحاتُsurfaces الكاسِthe cup
مِن عَكسِكَ راقَت صَفَحاتُ الكاسِ
Through your fragrance, the goblet’s breaths grew sweet;
From your fragrance, the cup's wafts grew sweet.
Through your reflection, the goblet’s surfaces grew limpid.
From your reflection, the cup's surfaces grew lovely.
لَوif لَمnot تَكُbe نَشوَةُintoxication الهَوىlove تطربنيenrapture me
لَو لَم تَكُ نَشوَةُ الهَوى تطربني
ماnot اِهتَزَّstirred بِعَطفيin my flank رَشَحاتُdroplets الكاسِthe cup
ما اِهتَزَّ بِعَطفي رَشَحاتُ الكاسِ
Had the intoxication of love not thrilled me,
If love's intoxication did not enrapture me,
the goblet’s droplets would not have trembled at my side.
The cup's droplets would not stir within my frame.
