1. You promised, and the promise is kept by the cheek
With the son of clouds intermingled with the daughter of grapes

2. So come, O bearers of pure wine
With it, before the smile of dawn closely appears

3. For the tingling of cups is a gift
That leads me to the intoxication of drunkenness messing with me

4. And you, O sublime beauty, your glance indeed
Has struck in my heart wildly like a shooting star

5. The pitcher laughed then cried, grieving
For the saliva and mouth are like the wind and seeds

6. While we are in a garden, in which the breeze dragged
A tail laden with raindrops from the clouds

7. When I mention it, Najd and its dwellers
I place the bead of my dream in the hand of rapture