ألاAh! أينَwhere كأسيmy cup أترعوهاfill it to the brim فأشربُthen I drink
ألا أينَ كأسي أترعوها فأشربُ
فماfor what ليfor me وللأيّامِand with the days تأتيcome وتذهبُand go
فما لي وللأيّامِ تأتي وتذهبُ
Ah, where is my cup? Fill it to the brim, and I shall drink.
Alas! Where is my cup that I may drink it
For what have I to do with the days that come and go?
For I care not for the days as they come and go
دعونيlet me أوَفِّI give in full العَيشَlife باللهوِthrough merrymaking حَقَّهُits due
دعوني أوَفِّ العَيشَ باللهوِ حَقَّهُ
وأسرقُand I steal لذّاتِthe pleasures of الحياةِlife وأنهبُand I plunder
وأسرقُ لذّاتِ الحياةِ وأنهبُ
Let me give life its due through merrymaking,
Let me fully enjoy life and its pleasures
And steal life's pleasures and plunder them.
And steal the delights of life and plunder
وأُنشِدُand I recite أشعاريmy poems وفيand in القلبِthe heart بهجَةٌjoy
وأُنشِدُ أشعاري وفي القلبِ بهجَةٌ
وفيand in شربِdrinking كاسa cup of الراحwine للروحfor the soul مطلبُsomething sought
وفي شربِ كاس الراح للروح مطلبُ
And I recite my poems, with joy in my heart.
And recite my verses while my heart rejoices
And in drinking a cup of wine lies what the soul seeks.
And my soul yearns for the cup of comfort
فكمfor how often ردّدتrepeated نفسيmy soul لشاعرِby the poet of كندةٍKindah
فكم ردّدت نفسي لشاعرِ كندةٍ
إذاwhenever بتّI spent the night فيin ليلِthe night of الأسىsorrow أتقلّبُI toss and turn
إذا بتّ في ليلِ الأسى أتقلّبُ
For how often my soul has echoed the poet of Kindah,
How often I repeated to myself the poet Kindah
Whenever I passed a night of sorrow, tossing and turning:
When I toss and turn in the night of sorrow
ألاAh! ليتَif only شعريmy knowledge هلwhether أقولُI compose قصيدةًa poem
ألا ليتَ شعري هل أقولُ قصيدةً
فلاand not أشتَكيI complain فيهاin it ولاnor أتعتّبُI voice reproach
فلا أشتَكي فيها ولا أتعتّبُ
“Ah, if only I knew: shall I compose a poem
Alas! Would that I knew if I should compose a poem
And neither complain in it nor voice reproach?”
In which I neither complain nor reproach
فقلتُso I said لهاto her مهلاًeasy now عتابكِyour reproach طيّبٌsweet
فقلتُ لها مهلاً عتابكِ طيّبٌ
ولكنbut علىwith الأيّامِthe days صبركِyour patience أطيَبُsweeter
ولكن على الأيّامِ صبركِ أطيَبُ
So I said to her, “Easy now; your reproach is sweet,
Then I said to it, gently, your reproach is sweet
But your patience with the days is sweeter.”
But your patience with the days is sweeter
وقلتُand I said هيit is الدنياthe world تدورُturns تسلبُtakes away
وقلتُ هي الدنيا تدورُ تسلبُ
وعاداتهاand its ways تعطيgive ومنand from ثَمَّthen تسلبُtake away
وعاداتها تعطي ومن ثَمَّ تسلبُ
And I said: such is the world—it turns and takes away;
And I said, such is the world, it takes away
And its ways are to give, and then to take away.
Its ways are to give and then take away
كفَىit is enough أنّنيthat I أنفقتُI spent عمريmy life ولمand have not أزلceased
كفَى أنّني أنفقتُ عمري ولم أزل
لدىat مجلسِthe gathering of الأصحابِfriends الهوI make merry وأُطربُand I give delight
لدى مجلسِ الأصحابِ الهو وأُطربُ
Enough that I have spent my life, and still go on
Enough that I spent my life and still
Making merry and giving delight in the gathering of friends.
Remain in the gatherings of friends, amused and delighted
وليand I have خَلَواتٌtimes of solitude قدindeed عشقتُI loved passionately بهاin them الدّجىnight's darkness
ولي خَلَواتٌ قد عشقتُ بها الدّجى
ولولاand were it not for الدّجىnight's darkness مالاحَwould not gleam فيon الافقthe horizon كوكبُa star
ولولا الدّجى مالاحَ في الافق كوكبُ
And I have times of solitude in which I have loved night's darkness;
And I have private moments that I loved in the darkness
And were it not for the darkness, no star would gleam on the horizon.
If not for the darkness, no stars shine in the sky