1. بَكِّر صَبوحَكَ بِاِبنَةِ الكَرمِ

    بِمُدامَةٍ تُعدي عَلى الهَمِّ

    Begin your morning draught early with the vine's daughter,

    with wine that comes to your aid against sorrow.

  2. مَنفِيَّةِ الأَقذاءِ صَفَّقَها

    كَرُّ اللَيالي البيضِ وَالسُحمِ

    Purged of impurities, it was decanted by

    the succession of nights, white and black.

  3. ما زالَ يَجلوها تَقادُمُها

    حَتّى اِغتَدَت روحاً بِلا جَسَدِ

    Its aging never ceased to clarify it,

    until it became a spirit without a body.

  4. فَكَأَنَّما أَجفانُ شارِبِها

    مَطروفَةٌ بِتَلَألُؤِ النَجمِ

    So it is as though its drinker's eyelids

    were dazzled by the star's glitter.

  5. يَسعى إِلَيكَ بِها أَخو هَيَفٍ

    عَذبُ الشَمائِلِ طَيِّبُ اللَثمِ

    A slender-waisted man hastens to you with it,

    sweet in manner, delightful to kiss,

  6. ذو وَجنَةٍ خَجلى مُوَرَّدَةٍ

    وُقِفَت عَلى التَقبيلِ وَالشَمِّ

    with a bashful, rose-tinted cheek

    reserved for kissing and smelling,

  7. وَمُؤَزَّرٍ يَدعو الكُهولَ إِلى

    خَلعِ الأَعِنَّةِ فيهِ بِالضَمِّ

    and a girded waist that invites middle-aged men to

    cast off their reins by clasping it.

  8. يَسقيكَ كَأساً مِن مُشَعشَعَةٍ

    مَمزوجَةٍ مِن فيهِ بِالظَلَمِ

    He gives you a cup of diluted wine,

    mingled with saliva from his mouth.

  9. يا سَيِّداً آسو بِهِ كَلمي

    وَالشَأنَ إِن شانَ العِدى بِاِسمي

    O master, through whom I heal my wound,

    and set my affairs right, should foes sully my name.

  10. لِلَّهِ دَرُّكَ مِن فَتىً نَجُدٍ

    حُلوِ الشَمائِلِ حاضِرِ الحَزمِ

    God bless you, valiant young man,

    sweet in character, ready with firm resolve.

  11. أَوَما تَرى الخَضراءَ لابِسَةً

    شِقَقاً كَمِثلِ كَوافِنِ السَومِ

    And do you not see the green sky wearing

    sheets like camels resting at pasture,

  12. بيضاً سَرَت وَاللَيلُ مُعتَكِرٌ

    حَتّى أَنَخنَ بِعارِضٍ يَهمي

    white ones that traveled while the night was murky,

    until they knelt in a cloud-bank pouring rain?

  13. فَتَبارَيا ما خيمَ بَرقُكُما

    فَكِلاكُما مُتَدارِكُ السَجمِ

    So vie with one another while your lightning lingers,

    for both of you pour forth without pause.

  14. وَأَجِلَّ كَفَّكَ أَن أُشَبِّهَها

    بِالغَيثِ أَو بِتَلاطُمِ اليَمِّ

    Yet I deem your hand too noble to liken it

    to rain or to the sea's crashing waves.