حَبَّذاhow delightful الخَمرthe wine وَالمَزاجand the admixture لَماهhis lips’ nectar
حَبَّذا الخَمر وَالمَزاج لَماه
ضوؤهاits light فيin الفُؤادthe heart سارَcoursed وَدابيand creeping
ضوؤها في الفُؤاد سارَ وَدابي
How sweet the wine—and his dark lips its admixture!
How delightful the wine, with his lips’ nectar as its admixture!
Its radiance has coursed through my heart; and it is my custom:
Its light courses and creeps through the heart.
أَترعfill to the brim الكَأسَthe cup لاdo not تراعheed عَذولاًa reproacher
أَترع الكَأسَ لا تراع عَذولاً
إِنindeed قَهرovercoming العَذولthe reproacher شَأنيmy business وَدابيand my habit
إِن قَهر العَذول شَأني وَدابي
Fill the cup; heed no censor.
Fill the cup to the brim; heed no reproacher.
For vanquishing the censor is my affair and my wont.
Indeed, overcoming the reproacher is my business and my habit.
خَمرةwine بكرvirgin عتقتhas aged مُنذُsince عَهدa bygone time
خَمرة بكر عتقت مُنذُ عَهد
قَدalready نَفَتbanished كُربَتيmy anguish وَقلand have lessened أَوصابيmy ailments
قَد نَفَت كُربَتي وَقل أَوصابي
A virgin wine, aged since long ago,
A virgin wine, aged since days long past,
has banished my anguish and diminished my pains.
Has banished my anguish, and my ailments have lessened.
مَنwhoever يَلمنيblames me إِذاwhen تَهَتَّكتI cast off restraint غَصَباًagainst my will
مَن يَلمني إِذا تَهَتَّكت غَصَباً
بِحبيبيbecause of my beloved فمنكِرٌthen he is a denier of أَوصابيmy ailments
بِحبيبي فمنكِرٌ أَوصابي
Who would blame me if, despite myself, I cast restraint aside
Whoever blames me when I cast off restraint against my will,
for my beloved? Whoever does denies the torments I bear.
Because of my beloved, is denying my ailments.
