1. وَرَيحانٍ يَميسُ عَلى غُصونٍ

    يَطيبُ بِشَمِّهِ شُربُ الكُؤوسِ

    And basil swaying upon branches,

    Its fragrance makes drinking from cups a delight,

  2. كَسودانٍ لَبِسنَ ثِيابَ خَزٍّ

    وَقَد تُرِكوا مَكاشيفَ الرُؤوسِ

    Like black people clad in robes of silk and wool,

    And left with their heads uncovered.