1. يا خَليلَيَّ قَد خَلَعتُ عِذاري

    وَبَدا ما أُكِنُّ مِن أَسراري

    O my two friends, I have cast off my bridle,

    And the secrets I conceal have come to light.

  2. فَاِشرَبا الخَمرَ وَاِسقِياني سُلافاً

    عُتِّقَت بَينَ نَرجِسٍ وَبَهارِ

    So drink the wine, you two, and pour me the choicest wine,

    Aged among narcissus and yellow daisies.

  3. لَبَثَت في دِنانِها أَلفَ شَهرٍ

    لَم تُقَمَّص وَلَم تُعَذَّب بِنارِ

    She remained in her wine jars a thousand months,

    Neither clothed in a shirt nor tormented by fire.

  4. نَسَجَ العَنكَبوتُ بَيتاً عَلَيها

    فَعَلى دَنِّها دِقاقُ الغُبارِ

    A spider wove a dwelling over her,

    And fine dust lay upon her jar.

  5. فَأَتى خاطِبٌ مَليحٌ إِلَيها

    ذو وِشاحٍ مُؤَزَّرٌ بِإِزارِ

    Then a handsome suitor came to her,

    Wearing a sash, girded with a waistcloth.

  6. نَقَدَ المَهرَ ثُمَّ زُفَّت إِلَيهِ

    في سَراويلِها وَفي الزُنّارِ

    He paid the dowry in cash; then she was led to him as a bride,

    In her trousers and in her girdle.

  7. فَدَعا بِالبِزالِ ثُمَّ وَجاها

    فَجَرَت كَالعَقيقِ وَالجُلَّنارِ

    He called for the tapping tool, then pierced her,

    And she flowed like carnelian and pomegranate blossom,

  8. في أَباريقَ مِن لُجَينٍ حِسانٍ

    كَظِباءٍ سَكَنَّ عَرضَ القِفارِ

    Into lovely ewers of silver,

    Like gazelles dwelling in the expanse of the wastes,

  9. أَو كَراكٍ ذُعِرنَ مِن صَوتِ صَقرٍ

    مُفزَعاتٍ شَواخِصَ الأَبصارِ

    Or cranes startled by a falcon's cry,

    Terrified, with staring eyes.

  10. قَد تَحَسَّيتُها عَلى وَجهِ ساقٍ

    خالِعٍ في هَوايَ كُلَّ عِذارِ

    I have sipped her, gazing at a cupbearer's face,

    Who casts off every bridle for love of me.

  11. قَمَرٌ يَقمُرُ الدَواجي بِوَجهٍ

    ضَوءُهُ في الدُجى صَباحُ النَهارِ

    A moon that outshines the dark nights with a face

    Whose light in the darkness is morning daylight.

  12. يَتَثَنّى كَأَنَّهُ غُصنُ بانٍ

    مَيَّلَتهُ الرِياحُ بِالأَسحارِ

    He sways as though he were a bān-tree branch,

    Bent by the winds in the hours before dawn.

  13. بِأَبي ذاكَ مِن غَزالٍ غَريرٍ

    في قَباءٍ مُهَلَّلِ الأَزرارِ

    May my father be ransom for that innocent gazelle,

    In a tunic with its buttons loosened.

  14. كَم شَمَمنا مِن خَدِّهِ الوَردَ غَضّاً

    وَمَزَجنا رُضابَهُ بِعُقارِ

    How often we have smelled the fresh rose of his cheek,

    And mingled his saliva with wine.