لِجُنُونِ الهَوى وَهَبْتُ جَنَاني

فَدَعَانِي يا عَاذِلَيَّ دَعَانِي

For love's madness I gave up my gardens,

So he called me, "My blamer, he called me,

اِسْقِيَانِي ذَبِيحَة الماءِ في الكأْ

سِ وَكُفَّا عَنْ شُرْبِ مَا تَسْقِيَانِ

Give me to drink the water sacrifice in the glass,

And stop drinking what you two give."

إِنَّنِي قَدْ أَمِنْتُ بِالأَمْسِ إِذْ مُت

تُ بِها أَنْ أَموتَ مَوْتاً ثَانِي

Surely yesterday I trusted, when I died with it,

That I would die a second death.

قَهْوَةٌ تَطْرُدُ الهُمُومَ إِذا مَا

مُكِّنَتْ مِنْ مَواطِنِ الأَحْزَانِ

Coffee that dispels worries when

It takes hold of the places of sorrows,

نَثَرَتْ رَاحَةُ المِزَاجِ عَلَيْها

حَدَقاً مَا تَدُورُ في أَجْفانِ

It scattered the comfort of temperament upon it

While it does not revolve in the eyelids.

فَهْيَ تَجْرِي مِنَ اللطافَةِ في الأَرْ

وَاحِ مَجْرى الأَرْوَاحِ في الأَبْدَانِ

So it flows from gentleness in the souls

The way spirits flow in bodies.

وَرَخِيمِ الدَّلالِ قَدْ تَاهَ في الحُسْ

نِ بَدِيعٍ تَضِلُّ فِيهِ المَعَاني

And its languid coquetry wandered in beauty

In which meanings are lost.

تَتَهادى بِكأْسِهِ مِنْ هَدَايا

هُ إِلَيْنا طَرائِفُ الأَشْجانِ

It comes with its cup of his gifts

To us the subtleties of passions.

مَا رَأَيْنا وَرْداً كَوَرْدٍ بِخَدَّيْ

هِ بَدَا طَالِعاً علَى غُصْنِ بانِ

We have not seen a rose like the rose in his cheeks

Rising on the branch of the myrtle.

زَارَني وَالهِلالُ فِي ساعِدِ الأُفْ

قِ كَبَحْرٍ في نِصُفِهِ نِصْفُ جَانِ

The crescent visited me while the dusk

Was in the arm of the horizon like a sea with half a moon.

وَغَدا وَالهِلالُ في شَرَكِ الفَجْ

رِ شَرِيكي في قَبْضَةِ الإِرْتِهانِ

And it left while the crescent was in the company of the sky

My partner in the fist of pledging.

وَيَمِينُ الجَوْزَاءِ تَبْسُطُ باعاً

لِعِناقِ الدُّجى بِغَيْرِ بَنانِ

And the hand of Virgo stretches out to embrace

The darkness without fingers.

وَكأَنَّ الإِكْلِيلَ في كِلَّةِ الليْ

لِ ثَلاثٌ مِنْ فَوْقِ عِقْدِ ثَمانِ

As if the necklace in the night’s darkness

Was three above a choker’s knot.

وَكأَنَّ الذِّرَاعَ تَحْتَ الثُّرَيَّا

رَايَةٌ رُكِّبَتْ بِغَيْرِ سِنانِ

And as if the arm beneath the Pleiades

Was a flag hoisted without a pole.

وَكأَنَّ المِرِّيخَ إِذْ رُمِيَ الغَرْ

بُ بِهِ شُعْلَةٌ مِنَ النِّيرانِ

And as if Mars when the west

Was cast at it was a flame of fire.

وَكأَنَّ النُّجُومَ أَحْداقُ رُومٍ

رُكِّبَتْ فِي مَحَاجِرِ السُّودانِ

And as if the stars were the eyes of warriors

Installed in the brows of the black men.

رَشَأٌ تَشْرَهُ النُّفُوسُ إِلى مَا

في ثَناياهُ مِنْ رَحِيقِ اللِّسانِ

A drink that souls crave for what is in its folds

Of the nectar of the tongue.

عِفْتُهُ مَعْ تَشَوُّقٍ بي إِلَيْهِ

فَوِصالِي لَهُ عَلى هِجْرَانِ

I was chaste while yearning for it,

So my union with it is better than my estrangement.

لا وَمَا احْمَرَّ مِنْ تَوَرُّدِ خَدَّيْ

هِ وَمَا اصْفَرَّ مِنْ شُمُوسِ الدِّنانِ

No, his cheeks have not reddened from blushing,

Nor have the suns of his teeth yellowed.

لا أَطَعتُ العَذُولَ في لَذَّةِ الكأْ

سِ وَلا لُمْتُ عَاشِقاً في الزَّمانِ

No, I did not obey the blamer in the pleasure of the glass,

Nor have I become a lover in time.

سَأُطِيلُ السُّجُودَ في قِبْلَةِ الكأْ

سِ بِتَسْبِيحِ أَلْسُنِ العِيدانِ

I will prolong prostration in the direction of the glass

With the praises of the tongues of the arms.

كَمْ صَلاةٍ عَلَى فَتىً ماتَ سُكْراً

قَدْ أُقِيمَتْ فِينا بِغَيْرِ أَذَانِ

How many prayers have been held for a youth who died drunk

Among us without a call to prayer.

أَيُّها الرَّائِحُ الَّذي رَاحَتَاهُ

بِخِضَابِ الكُؤُوسِ مَخْضُوبَتانِ

O passerby whose cheeks

Are dyed with the staining of cups,

عُجْ بِضِحْكِ الأَقْداحِ في رَهَجِ القَصْ

فِ إِذا مَا بَكَتْ عَلَيْهِ القَنَاني

Hurry with the laughter of the cups in the dusk of the garden,

When the jugs cry over it.

وَاسْقِنِي القَهْوَةَ الَّتي تُنْبِتُ الوَرْ

دَ إِذا شِئْتَ في خُدُودِ الغَواني

And give me the coffee that grows the rose

If you wish in the cheeks of the beauties.

لا تُدَغْدِغْ صَدْرَ المُدامِ بِأَيْدِي الْ

مَزْجِ مَا دُغْدِغَتْ صُدُورُ المَثَاني

Do not tickle the breast of the tavern girl with the hands of fun

Like the breasts of the protected ones were tickled.

في رِياضٍ تُرِيكَ في اللَّيْلِ مِنْها

سُرُجاً مِنْ شَقَائِقِ النُّعْمانِ

In gardens that show you lights in the night

Of anemones.

كَتَبَتْها أَيْدِي السَّحابِ بِأَقْلا

مِ دُمُوعٍ عَلَى طُرُوسِ المَغاني

Written by the hands of the clouds with pens

Of tears upon the crests of melodies.

أَلِفاتٍ مُؤَلَّفاتٍ وَلامَا

تٍ تَكَوَّنَّ مِنْ ضَمِيرِ المَعَاني

Intimacies intimate and touches

Formed from the conscience of meanings.