هُبّوا فَقَد قُدَّ ذَيلُ اللَيلِ مِن دُبُرٍ

هُبّوا فَقَد قُدَّ ذَيلُ اللَيلِ مِن دُبُرٍ

وَنَبَّهَ الصَحبَ شَدوُ الوُرقِ في السَحَرِ

وَنَبَّهَ الصَحبَ شَدوُ الوُرقِ في السَحَرِ

Rise, for the hem of night has been torn from behind.

Arise, for night has folded its tail from the rear,

And the singing of gray doves has awakened the companions before dawn.

And the rustling of leaves has awakened companions at dawn.

وَأَقبَلَ الصُبحُ يَدعو بِالصَبوحِ لَنا

وَأَقبَلَ الصُبحُ يَدعو بِالصَبوحِ لَنا

مُناجِياً بِلِسانِ النايِ وَالوَتَرِ

مُناجِياً بِلِسانِ النايِ وَالوَتَرِ

And morning has come, calling for our morning wine,

Morning has come calling us to wake with flute and lute,

whispering in the tongue of reed flute and string.

Conversing in the tongue of reed-pipe and string.

فَاِستَيقِظوا مِن ثِيابِ السُكرِ وَاِبتَدِروا

فَاِستَيقِظوا مِن ثِيابِ السُكرِ وَاِبتَدِروا

راحاً تُريحُ مِنَ الأَحزانِ وَالفِكرِ

راحاً تُريحُ مِنَ الأَحزانِ وَالفِكرِ

So wake from the robes of drunkenness, and hasten to

So shake off the raiments of slumber and hasten

wine that grants relief from sorrows and cares—

To find relief from cares and thoughts that disquiet the mind.

مُدامَةً أَثَّرَت في وَجهِ شارِبِها

مُدامَةً أَثَّرَت في وَجهِ شارِبِها

أَضعافَ تَأثيرِ نورِ الشَمسِ وَالقَمَرِ

أَضعافَ تَأثيرِ نورِ الشَمسِ وَالقَمَرِ

a wine that has affected its drinker's face

A vintage that imprinted the face of its drinker

many times as powerfully as the light of sun and moon.

With joy exceeding the sun and moon’s light combined.

يَسعى بِها ثَمِلُ الأَعطافِ يُسعِفُها

يَسعى بِها ثَمِلُ الأَعطافِ يُسعِفُها

بِنَشوَةٍ مِن سُلافِ الغُنجِ وَالحَوَرِ

بِنَشوَةٍ مِن سُلافِ الغُنجِ وَالحَوَرِ

One with drunkenly swaying limbs hastens with it, lending it

The heavyweight in drinking seeks it greedily,

a rapture drawn from the pure wine of coquetry and dark-eyed beauty.

Revived by its rapture of apple and houri.