قد لاح بالدير نار العابدين وقد
نضا الدجى لبسَهُ عن بسطة النظرِ
The worshippers’ fire has gleamed at the monastery, and now
night’s darkness has shed its robe from the wide field of sight.
فقم بنا نتصلّاها معتَّقةً
يفي تنسُّمها عن مطعم خصرِ
Rise, then: let us warm ourselves by it—an aged wine,
whose scent alone takes the place of food for one chilled through—
الذ من نظرة المعشوق وَرَّدَها
صبغُ الحياء وفرط الدلِّ والخَفَرِ
sweeter than the beloved’s glance, made rose-red
by modesty’s blush, lavish coyness, and bashfulness.
Sol 5.6