وَراحٍ تُريحُ الروحَ مِن تَعَبِ الهَمِّ

وَراحٍ تُريحُ الروحَ مِن تَعَبِ الهَمِّ

بَعَثتُ بِها كَرخِيَّةَ الأَبِ وَالأُمِّ

بَعَثتُ بِها كَرخِيَّةَ الأَبِ وَالأُمِّ

And wine that relieves the soul of the weariness of care—

A breeze that relieves the soul of the burden of worries

I sent it, of Karkh on both its father's and mother's sides,

I sent it like the tenderness of father and mother

مُعَتَّقَةً تَخفى عَنِ الوَهمِ رِقَّةً

مُعَتَّقَةً تَخفى عَنِ الوَهمِ رِقَّةً

وَلَم أَرَ شَيئاً قَط يَخفى عَنِ الوَهمِ

وَلَم أَرَ شَيئاً قَط يَخفى عَنِ الوَهمِ

Aged, so delicate that it eludes imagination;

Freed and hidden from fancy is its softness

And never have I seen anything elude imagination.

Yet I've never seen anything hidden from fancy

فَلَو لَم يَكُن مِن أَكرَمِ الناسِ مَذهَباً

فَلَو لَم يَكُن مِن أَكرَمِ الناسِ مَذهَباً

لَما كانَ ما أَهدَيتُ مِن ذَهَبِ الكَرمِ

لَما كانَ ما أَهدَيتُ مِن ذَهَبِ الكَرمِ

For had he not been among the noblest of men in conduct,

Had he not been the most generous in manner

What I gave would not have been of the vine's gold.

I'd not have sent what I did of his golden generosity