وسلِّ عنكَ الهمومَ إن طرقَتْ

وسلِّ عنكَ الهمومَ إن طرقَتْ

بِبنتِ كرْمٍ في الكأسِ تأتَلِقُ

بِبنتِ كرْمٍ في الكأسِ تأتَلِقُ

And banish your cares, if they come knocking,

Wash away your worries if they knock,

with a daughter of the vine, gleaming in the cup.

With a daughter of generosity in a cup that gleams.

إذا فَراها المَزَاجُ أضْرَمَها

إذا فَراها المَزَاجُ أضْرَمَها

وقلتَ أيدِي السّقَاةِ تحتَرِقُ

وقلتَ أيدِي السّقَاةِ تحتَرِقُ

When the mixing water cuts through it, it sets it aflame,

When the temper sees her, it kindles her,

and you would say, “The cupbearers’ hands are burning.”

And you say the hands of the cupbearers are aflame.

توَّجَها الماءُ من فُواقِعِهِ

توَّجَها الماءُ من فُواقِعِهِ

تَاجاً به تَرتَدِي وتَنْتَطِقُ

تَاجاً به تَرتَدِي وتَنْتَطِقُ

The water crowned it with its bubbles:

The water crowns her from its springs,

a crown with which it cloaks and girds itself.

A crown with which she adorns herself and prattles.

يُقالُ ما تستقِرُّ والهمَّ في

يُقالُ ما تستقِرُّ والهمَّ في

صدرٍ فَيا نِعمتَاهُ لو صَدَقُوا

صدرٍ فَيا نِعمتَاهُ لو صَدَقُوا

They say it cannot dwell with sorrow in

It is said, “Do not settle, and worry in,

a breast—oh, what bliss, if they spoke true!

A breast.” So blessed is he if they were truthful.

وأينَ مِن هَمِّيَ المُدامُ وقد

وأينَ مِن هَمِّيَ المُدامُ وقد

سُدّتْ عليها من دُونِهِ الطُّرُقُ

سُدّتْ عليها من دُونِهِ الطُّرُقُ

And how can wine reach my sorrow, when

And where is my worry from my wine, when

the roads to my sorrow have been barred to it?

The paths to it other than it are blocked?