1. لا تُعَرِّج بِدارِسِ الأَطلالِ

    وَاِسقِنيها رَقيقَةَ السِربالِ

    Do not turn aside to the faded ruins;

    And pour her for me, in her delicate robe.

  2. ماتَ أَربابُها وَبادَت قُراها

    وَبَراها الزَمانُ بَريَ الخِلالِ

    Her masters have died, and her villages have perished;

    And time has whittled her as one whittles a toothpick.

  3. فَهيَ بِكرٌ كَأَنَّها كُلُّ شَيءٍ

    حَسَنٍ طَيِّبٍ لَذيذٍ زُلالِ

    So she is a virgin, as though she were everything

    Beautiful, pleasant, delicious, and pure.

  4. عُتِّقَت في الدِنانِ حَتّى اِستَفادَت

    نورَ شَمسِ الضُحى وَبَردَ الظِلالِ

    She was aged in wine jars until she acquired

    The light of the midmorning sun and the coolness of shade.

  5. وَلِعَمرُ المُدامِ إِن قُلتَ فيها

    إِنَّ فيها لَمَوضِعاً لِلمَقالِ

    And by the life of wine, if you speak of her,

    There is indeed much to be said of her.