وَتَرى الكأسَ دَائِراً كَهِلالٍ

سَارَ فيهِ المِحَاقُ عِنْدَ الكَمَالِ

You will see the cup pass round like a crescent moon,

Wherein the blending grew more perfect at the full,

فَإِذا افْتَضَّها المِزاجُ كَسَاها

حُلَّةَ الشَّمْسِ عِنْدَ وَقْتِ الزَّوالِ

Till, when her dress of beams she did put on,

She reached the zenith of her glory at high noon.