1. دَقَّ مَعنى الخَمرِ حَتّى

    هُوَ في رَجمِ الظُنونِ

    The essence of wine grew so subtle that

    it is a matter of conjecture.

  2. كُلَّما حاوَلَها النا

    ظِرُ مِن طَرفِ الجُفونِ

    Whenever it was sought by the obser-

    ver, from the edge of the eyelids,

  3. رَجَعَ الطَرفُ حَسيراً

    عَن خَيالِ الزَرَجَونِ

    the gaze returned, weary,

    from the phantom of wine.

  4. لَم تَقُم في الوَهمِ إِلّا

    كَذَّبَت عَينَ اليَقينِ

    It never took shape in the imagination without

    belying the eye of certainty.

  5. فَمَتى تُدرِكُ ما لا

    يُتَحَرّى بِالعُيونِ

    So when will you perceive what is not

    sought out with the eyes?