1. لا عَيشَ إِلّا بِكَفِّ ساقِيَةٍ

    ذاتَ دَلالٍ في طَرفِها مَرَضُ

    There is no life save in a cupbearer's hand,

    Full of coquetry, with languor in her gaze.

  2. كَأَنَّ في الراحِ حينَ تَمزُجُها

    نُجومَ دُرٍّ تَهوي وَتَنخَفِضُ

    As though in the wine, when she mixes it,

    Stars of pearl were falling and sinking.