أُقَبِّلُهُ فَيُرشِفُني رضاباً

تَبَقَّت فيهِ آثارُ المُدامِ

I kiss him, so he overwhelms me with pleasure,

In it remain traces of wine,

سَقانِيها الحَبيبُ وَلَستُ أَدري

لِذَلِكَ قَد خَلَصتُ مِن الأَثامِ

My beloved gave it to me, though I did not know,

That's why I am free from sin.