ومُدامةٍ لا يبتغي من رَبِّهِ

أَحَدٌ حَباهُ بها لديه مزيدا

With wine so pure that none would seek

More from his Lord once he's partaken

في كأسها صُوَرٌ تُظَنُّ لحسنها

عُرُباً برزنَ من الجنانِ وغيدا

In her glass are forms so fair, you'd think

Houries had come from Heaven's garden

وإذا المزاج أثارها فتقسَّمَت

ذَهَباً ودُرّاً تَوأماً وفريدا

When she is stirred and starts to foam

She turns to liquid gold and pearls

فكأنَّهُنَّ لَبِسنَ ذاكَ مجاسداً

وجَعَلنَ ذا لنحورهِنَّ عقودا

As though the maidens had put on gowns

And hung those pearls around their curls