وَقَهوَةٍ يُجتَلى السُرورُ بِها

وَقَهوَةٍ يُجتَلى السُرورُ بِها

وَتَنجَلي بِاِنجِلائِها الكُرَبُ

وَتَنجَلي بِاِنجِلائِها الكُرَبُ

And a wine through which joy is revealed,

With coffee joy and cheer abound

and sorrows vanish at its unveiling.

Its splendor makes all grief recede

جَلَوتُها وَالخُطوبُ غافِلَةٌ

جَلَوتُها وَالخُطوبُ غافِلَةٌ

وَقَد تَجَلَّت في أُفقِها الشُهُبُ

وَقَد تَجَلَّت في أُفقِها الشُهُبُ

I unveiled it while misfortunes were heedless,

Heedless of fate, it can be found

and bright stars had shone on its horizon.

To kindle hope when woes stampede

وَبِتُّ أُغري بِها أَخا صَلَفٍ

وَبِتُّ أُغري بِها أَخا صَلَفٍ

قَد نَشَّفَتهُ الدُروسُ وَالكُتُبُ

قَد نَشَّفَتهُ الدُروسُ وَالكُتُبُ

And I spent the night enticing with it a man of conceit,

I coaxed a dour friend to try a sip

whom lessons and books had dried out.

Whose temper books had dried up stiff

باتَ بِرُغمي ضَيفاً لَدَيَّ ولا

باتَ بِرُغمي ضَيفاً لَدَيَّ ولا

يَعلَمُ أَنّي بِمِثلِهِ تَعِبُ

يَعلَمُ أَنّي بِمِثلِهِ تَعِبُ

He stayed the night as my guest against my will, and did not

He was my guest but little knew

know that I was weary of the likes of him.

I likewise found life harsh and tough

فَقالَ لي مُغضَباً لِيُرشِدَني

فَقالَ لي مُغضَباً لِيُرشِدَني

مِثلُكَ لا يَستَخِفَّهُ الطَرَبُ

مِثلُكَ لا يَستَخِفَّهُ الطَرَبُ

So he said to me angrily, to set me right:

Reproving me, he sought to teach

"Someone like you is not carried away by rapture."

"Fickle friends calamity can breach"

فَقُلتُ هَلّا رَأَيتَ صَيغَتَها

فَقُلتُ هَلّا رَأَيتَ صَيغَتَها

كَأَنَّها في الزُجاجِ تَلتَهِبُ

كَأَنَّها في الزُجاجِ تَلتَهِبُ

So I said, "Why not look at its form?

I said "Behold its shapely glass

It seems to blaze within the glass.

As if therein flames clashed and meshed

وَطَعمُها لَو عَرَفتَ لَذَّتَهُ

وَطَعمُها لَو عَرَفتَ لَذَّتَهُ

لَزالَ عَنكَ الوَقارُ وَالأَدَبُ

لَزالَ عَنكَ الوَقارُ وَالأَدَبُ

And its taste—if you knew its delight,

And taste it! Joy would come to pass

dignity and decorum would leave you.

If you this manners breach freshened"

نُطفَةُ كَرمٍ فُوَيقَها حَبَبٌ

نُطفَةُ كَرمٍ فُوَيقَها حَبَبٌ

كَأَنَّهُنَّ الرَضابُ وَالشَنَبُ

كَأَنَّهُنَّ الرَضابُ وَالشَنَبُ

A drop from the vine, with bubbles just above it,

The fruit of vines by honey graced

as though they were sweet saliva and the cool sheen of teeth."

As buds and bunches interlaced

فَاِزدادَ يُبساً وَقامَ مُمتَعِضاً

فَاِزدادَ يُبساً وَقامَ مُمتَعِضاً

وَلاحَ فيهِ النَفارُ وَالغَضبُ

وَلاحَ فيهِ النَفارُ وَالغَضبُ

So he grew drier still and stood up resentfully,

More arid still, he rose, disgusted

and aversion and anger showed in him.

Scowling and to anger rustled

وَقالَ لا ذُقتُها فَقُلتُ لَهُ

وَقالَ لا ذُقتُها فَقُلتُ لَهُ

مِن مِثلِ ذا اليُبسِ يَحدُثُ الجَرَبُ

مِن مِثلِ ذا اليُبسِ يَحدُثُ الجَرَبُ

And he said, "May I never taste it!" So I told him:

"Not a sip will I take" he maintained

"From dryness like this, scabies arises."

I said "It's your aridity such drought has sustained"