دعوتُ بماءٍ في إناءٍ فجاءَني ال

حبيبُ بهِ خَمْراً فأوْسَعْتُهُ زَجْرا

I called for water in a vessel, and my beloved came to me

With wine in it. I chided him out of zeal,

فقالَ هو الماءُ القراحُ وإنَّما

تجلَّى لهُ وجهي فأوهمَكَ الخَمْرا

But he said, “It is but water, limpid and pure:

My face was mirrored in it, and to you seemed wine.”