رَقَّت فكادَت لا تُرَى

رَقَّت فكادَت لا تُرَى

في كأسِها إلا التِماسا

في كأسِها إلا التِماسا

It grew so limpid it could scarcely be seen

So delicate it seemed invisible

in its cup, except by seeking it out.

In her cup, seeking only harmony

لَولا الحبَابُ لَخالَها

لَولا الحبَابُ لَخالَها

شُرَّابُها في الكأسِ كاسا

شُرَّابُها في الكأسِ كاسا

Were it not for the bubbles, it would be mistaken

If not for the bubbles, one would think

by its drinkers for a cup within the cup.

Her pourer had missed the cup entirely