Mawlana - Sami Yusuf

شربنا على ذكرِ الحبيبِ مدامةً

سَكِرْنا بها، من قبلِ أن يُخلق الكَرمُ

لها البدرُ كأسٌ وهيَ شمسٌ يديرها

هِلالٌ، وكم يبدو إذا مُزِجَتْ نَجمُ

ولولا شذاها ما اهتديتُ لحانها

ولو لا سناها ما تصوَّرها الوهمُ

ٍولم يُبْقِ مِنها الدَّهْرُ غيرَ حُشاشَة

كأنَّ خَفاها، في صُدورِ النُّهى كَتْمُ

ٍوفي سكرة ٍ منها ولو عمرَ ساعة

تَرى الدَّهْرَ عَبداً طائِعاً، ولَكَ الحُكْمُ

فلا عيشَ في الدُّنيا لمنْ عاشَ صاحياً

ومنْ لمْ يمتْ سكراً بها فاتهُ الحزمُ

In memory of the Beloved

We drank a wine

With which we had been drunk

Before the creation of the vine

The full moon was its cup

While the wine was a sun passed round

By a crescent, which when mixed

How many stars appear!

Mawlana

If not for its fragrance

I would never have been guided to its tavern

If not for its radiance

Imagination could never picture it

Time preserved nothing of it, but a fading breath

As if its being hidden in the breasts of the wise were concealed

If you are drunk with it for but one hour

You will see time an obedient slave at your command

For there is no life in this world for one who lives sober

And one who dies not drunk from it

Resolution has passed him by

We drank forever in the remembrance of the Beloved

We got drunk with it, before generosity was created

The full moon has a cup and she is the sun that directs it

A crescent moon, and what it looks like if you mix a star

And if it wasn't for her scent, her tune would not have been guided

And if we had not forgotten it, the illusion would not have imagined it

And there was nothing left of it except for ashes

As if it had been hidden, in the breasts of prohibition it had been concealed

And in drunkenness from it, even if he lives for an hour

You see eternity as an obedient slave, and yours is the judgment.

There is no life in the world for the one who lives sober

Whoever does not die drunk with it will miss the packages

In memory of the Beloved

We drank a wine

With which we had been drunk

Before the creation of the vine

The full moon was its cup

While the wine was a sun passed round

By a crescent, which when mixed

How many stars appear!

Mawlana

If not for its fragrance

I would never have been guided to its tavern

If not for its radiance

Imagination could never picture it

Time preserved nothing of it, but a fading breath

As if its being hidden in the breasts of the wise were concealed

If you are drunk with it for but one hour

You will see time an obedient slave at your command

For there is no life in this world for one who lives sober

And one who dies not drunk from it

Resolution has passed him by