وإبرِيقٍ بِهىٍّ فِيهِ شَىُّ

مِنَ التَّصوِيرِ مَومُوقٌ بَهِيُّ

A pitcher with a luster in it, alluring

In its depiction, beautifully decorated

لِفَرطِ بَرِيقِهِ تَحجُوهُ بَرقاً

تَأَلَّقَ في تَأَلُّقِهِ وَنِيُّ

Its clarity makes you see it as lightning

Dazzling in its brilliance, luminescent

تَرَى النَّادِى والكَاسَاتُ فِيهِ

ومَا الكَاسَاتُ فِيهِ وَلاَ النَّدِيَّ

You can see the drinking companions and the cups in it

Yet there are no cups in it, nor drinking companions

سَقَاني رِيقَهُ شَاهاً شَهِيًّا

نَدِىُّ الكَفِّ أروَعٌ أريَحِيُّ

Its draught has quenched me, making me a stately king

The dew of the palm is more wondrous, more fragrant

عَلَى جَنَبَاتِ أَكؤُسِهِ رَشَاشٌ

كَمَا رَشَحت مِنَ العَسَلِ النَّحِيُّ

On the sides of its cups are splashes

As the pure honey oozes freely