Translation of the song lyrics Mawlana - Sami Yusuf

Mawlana (original)

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

Mawlana (translation)

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