قمْ فاسْقِنِي مِنْ يَدَيْكَ صَافَيةً

خَدُّكَ يَكْسُو شُعَاعَهَا لَهَبا

Pour me a draught, pure from your hand

whose cheek its brightness garbs in flame

كَأنَّ مَاءَ الصَّفاءِ قَابَلَهَا

مِنْكَ ابتسامٌ فَمَثْلَ الحَبَبا

As if the water of clear skies

met from your smile, like lover’s claim.

فَهَا أَنَا فِي الخُضُورِ مُنْتَهز

يا مُنْيَةَ النَّفْسِ غَيْبَةَ الرُّقَبا

And so I seize what green survives,

though death has danced the heads and feet.

مِنْ عَجَبِ أنَّنِي أَزيُدك مِنْ

شُرْبِي وَسُكْرِي على قدْ غَلَبَا

Amazed, that as my thirst expands,

my drunkenness from you grows replete.