ومُدامةٍ يَخفى النهارُ لنورِها

وتَذِلُّ أكنافً الدجى لضيائها

With wine whose daylight is eclipsed by its glow,

And whose skirts make the darkness cower before its brilliance,

صُبَّت فأَحدَقَ نورُها بزُجاجِها

فكأَنها جُعِلَت إناءَ إنائها

When poured it focuses its light through its glass,

As if it was made to be contained in its vessel.

وتُرى إذا صُبَّت بَدَت في كأسها

متقاصرَ الأَرجاءِ عن أرجائها

When poured it appears in its goblet,

With its hues receding to its edges.

وتَكادُ إن مُزِجَت لرقَّةِ لونها

تَمتازُ عند مِزاجِها من مائِها

And if mixed, it nearly separates, so delicate its color,

From its water at the point of mingling.

صفراء تُضحي الشمسُ إن قيست بها

في ضوئها كالليل في أضوائها

A golden hue beside which the sun seems dark

In its glow, like the night in its lights.

وإذا تصفَّحتَ الهواءَ رأيتهُ

كَدِرَ الأَديمة عند حُسنِ صفائها

And if you survey the air, you see it

Turbid next to its excellent clarity.

تَزدادُ مِن كَرمِ الطباعِ بقَدرِ ما

تودي به الأيامُ من أجزائِها

It increases in generosity the more

The days diminish its parts.

لا شيء أعجَب من تَوَلُّد بُرئِها

من سُقمِها ودَوائِها مِن دائِها

Nothing is more wondrous than its generation

Of health from its sickness, and its medicine from its disease.