رَقَّ فَلَوْ كَلّفَتْهُ أعيُنُنَا

رَقَّ فَلَوْ كَلّفَتْهُ أعيُنُنَا

أنْ يَرْشَحَ الخَمْرَ خَدُّهُ رَشَحا

أنْ يَرْشَحَ الخَمْرَ خَدُّهُ رَشَحا

He grew so delicate that, were our eyes to ask him

My eyes would tear if I asked of him

For his cheek to exude wine, it would.

That his cheeks shed wine as they overflow