شَقَّتْ يَدُ الإصْبَاحْ

شَقَّتْ يَدُ الإصْبَاحْ

مِنَ الدُّجَى الأسْتَارْ

مِنَ الدُّجَى الأسْتَارْ

The hand of daybreak has torn

The dawn's hand has torn

the veils from the darkness.

the curtains of gloom.

فَاسْتَعْجِمِ الأقْدَاحْ

فَاسْتَعْجِمِ الأقْدَاحْ

وَاسْتَنْطِقِ الأوْتَارْ

وَاسْتَنْطِقِ الأوْتَارْ

So silence the cups,

So clink the goblets

and make the strings speak.

and pluck the lute-strings.

الصبْحُ قَدْ أقْبَلْ

الصبْحُ قَدْ أقْبَلْ

وَاللَّيْلُ قَدْ وَلَّى

وَاللَّيْلُ قَدْ وَلَّى

Morning has arrived,

Morning has come

and night has departed.

and night has gone.

وَالطَّلُّ كَمْ كَلَّلْ

وَالطَّلُّ كَمْ كَلَّلْ

فِي الرَّوْضِ مِنْ حُلَّه

فِي الرَّوْضِ مِنْ حُلَّه

And the dew has crowned so many

How long the shade

robes within the garden!

was thick in the garden!

وَالرَّاحُ سَنًا أشْعَلْ

وَالرَّاحُ سَنًا أشْعَلْ

في الكَاسِ وَاتْجَلَّى

في الكَاسِ وَاتْجَلَّى

And wine has kindled radiance

The wind has lit

in the cup, and shone forth.

a lovely flame

فاسْتَجْلِ كَاسَ الرَّاحْ

فاسْتَجْلِ كَاسَ الرَّاحْ

عَلَى غِنَا الأطْيَارْ

عَلَى غِنَا الأطْيَارْ

So behold the cup of wine

in the goblet that shone.

to the singing of birds,

So drink from your goblet

وَاسْتَجْلِبِ الأفْرَاحْ

وَاسْتَجْلِبِ الأفْرَاحْ

بِالْعُودِ وَالْمِزْمَارِ

بِالْعُودِ وَالْمِزْمَارِ

and summon joys

to the songbirds' tune,

with the lute and the reed pipe.

and call forth joy

الرّيحُ قَدْ شَبَّتْ

الرّيحُ قَدْ شَبَّتْ

مُذْ غَرَّدَ القُمْرِي

مُذْ غَرَّدَ القُمْرِي

The wind has risen

with flute and zither.

since the turtledove sang,

The breeze blew keen

وَالْخَمْرُ قَدْ ذَهَّبْ

وَالْخَمْرُ قَدْ ذَهَّبْ

قطعَانِ بِالتبرِ

قطعَانِ بِالتبرِ

and wine has gilded

when the moonbird trilled,

flocks with gold dust.

and the wine has vanished

فَقُمْ بِنَا نَشْرَبْ

فَقُمْ بِنَا نَشْرَبْ

فِي غَفْلَةِ الدَّهْرِ

فِي غَفْلَةِ الدَّهْرِ

So rise with us; let us drink

among flocks in Tibar.

while Time is heedless.

So rise, and let's drink

فَرَاحَةُ الأرْوَاحْ

فَرَاحَةُ الأرْوَاحْ

العُودُ وَالْخُنَّارْ

العُودُ وَالْخُنَّارْ

For the solace of souls is

in time's heedlessness.

the lute and the khunnār,

The solace of spirits -

وَالرَّاحُ وَالتُّفَّاحْ

وَالرَّاحُ وَالتُّفَّاحْ

وَالنُّورُ وَالنَّوَّارْ

وَالنُّورُ وَالنَّوَّارْ

and wine and apples,

lute, monochord;

and light and blossoms.

the wind, the apples;

يَا سَاقِي دِيرْ الْكَاسْ

يَا سَاقِي دِيرْ الْكَاسْ

عَلَى شَذَا الزَّهْرِ

عَلَى شَذَا الزَّهْرِ

O cupbearer, pass the cup around

the light, the lanterns.

amid the fragrance of flowers.

Cupbearer, pass round

قَدْ صِرْتُ فِي وَسْوَاسْ

قَدْ صِرْتُ فِي وَسْوَاسْ

مِنْ فَارِغِ السِّرّ

مِنْ فَارِغِ السِّرّ

I have fallen into anxious thoughts

the cup of flower-scent -

because of one carefree at heart.

I'm distraught

لَمْ أدْرِ مَا فِي الْكَاسْ

لَمْ أدْرِ مَا فِي الْكَاسْ

مِنْ شِدَّةِ السُّكْرِ

مِنْ شِدَّةِ السُّكْرِ

I could not tell what was in the cup,

with my secret heart.

so intense was my drunkenness:

I know not what's in the cup

هَلْ بَرْقٌ أوْ مِصْبَاحْ

هَلْ بَرْقٌ أوْ مِصْبَاحْ

أوْ نُورٌ أوْ نَوَّارْ

أوْ نُورٌ أوْ نَوَّارْ

was it lightning, or a lamp,

for sheer drunkenness:

or light, or blossoms,

lightning or lamp,

أوْ ذَهَبٌ قَدْ سَاحْ

أوْ ذَهَبٌ قَدْ سَاحْ

فِي كَأسٍ مِنْ بُلاَّرْ

فِي كَأسٍ مِنْ بُلاَّرْ

or gold that had melted

radiance or lantern;

in a cup of crystal?

or gold that has flowed

يَا فَاتِنَ الْغِزْلاَنْ

يَا فَاتِنَ الْغِزْلاَنْ

بِالدَّعْجِ وَالْوَطْفِ

بِالدَّعْجِ وَالْوَطْفِ

O enchanter of gazelles,

in a crystal cup?

with dark eyes and long lashes,

Temptress, bewitching

وَفَاضِحَ الأغْصَانْ

وَفَاضِحَ الأغْصَانْ

بِالتِّيهِ وَالظَّرْفِ

بِالتِّيهِ وَالظَّرْفِ

and you who shame the branches

in languor and charm,

with proud bearing and grace:

revealing the boughs

اغْمِدْ ظُبَى الأجْفَان

اغْمِدْ ظُبَى الأجْفَان

يَا سَاحِرَ الطَّرْفِ

يَا سَاحِرَ الطَّرْفِ

sheathe the blades of your eyelids,

in wandering and wit -

O you of the enchanting gaze!

Sheathe your gazelle's glance,

فَلَحْظُكَ السَّفَّاحْ

فَلَحْظُكَ السَّفَّاحْ

قَدْ أشْهَرَ البَّتَّارْ

قَدْ أشْهَرَ البَّتَّارْ

For your blood-shedding glance

Sorcerer of the eyes!

has brandished the cleaving sword,

For your wanton look

وَفَرْقُكَ الوَضَّاحْ

وَفَرْقُكَ الوَضَّاحْ

أخْفَى سَنَا الأقْمَارْ

أخْفَى سَنَا الأقْمَارْ

and your radiant hair-parting

has bared its swords,

has eclipsed the moons' radiance.

and your separating smile

يَا بَدْرُ فِي خَدّكْ

يَا بَدْرُ فِي خَدّكْ

لِلشَّمْسِ مَنْ أطْلَعْ

لِلشَّمْسِ مَنْ أطْلَعْ

O full moon, in your cheek

hid the stars' radiance.

who has made the sun rise?

Full moon in your cheek -

اعْطِفْ وَدَعْ صَدَّكْ

اعْطِفْ وَدَعْ صَدَّكْ

وَارْحَمْ وَزُرْ وَاسْمَعْ

وَارْحَمْ وَزُرْ وَاسْمَعْ

Be kind, and cease your rejection;

did the sun rise there? -

and have mercy, and visit, and listen.

turn from your aloofness, pity me,

فَابْن الخَلُوف عَبْدُكْ

فَابْن الخَلُوف عَبْدُكْ

قَدْ قَالَ فِي الْمَطْلَعْ

قَدْ قَالَ فِي الْمَطْلَعْ

For Ibn al-Khalūf, your servant,

listen, draw near.

has said in the opening verse:

For Ibn Khaluf, your slave,

شَقِّتْ يَدُ الإصْبَاحْ

شَقِّتْ يَدُ الإصْبَاحْ

مِنَ الدُّجَى الأسْتَارْ

مِنَ الدُّجَى الأسْتَارْ

The hand of daybreak has torn

has at daybreak cried:

the veils from the darkness.

The dawn's hand has torn

فَاسْتَعْجِمِ الأقْدَاحْ

فَاسْتَعْجِمِ الأقْدَاحْ

وَاسْتَنْطِقِ الأوْتَارْ

وَاسْتَنْطِقِ الأوْتَارْ

So silence the cups,

the curtains of gloom...

and make the strings speak.