حرَّكتْ من ساكنِ القَصَبِ

غُصُناً مِنْ غيرِ ما سَبَبِ

What lay still in the heart was stirred

by your two boughs, for no cause at all.

أَضحكوا الأَحزانَ بي فبكت

رحمةً لي مقلةُ اللَّعِبِ

They made the sorrows laugh at me; then wept,

in pity for me, the two playful eyes.

وغدا بدرُ الرِضا كسفاً

باتَ يَسْري في دُجى الغضبِ

And contentment’s full moon became eclipsed,

spending the night journeying through anger’s darkness.

وسَماءُ الكأَسِ أَنجُمُها

بَرَدٌ يَعلو عَلَى اللَّهَبِ

And the goblet’s sky—its stars

are hailstones rising above the flame.

وإِذا ما الماءُ خالَطَها

دَبَّ فيها نشوة الطَّرَبِ

And when water mingles with it,

the ecstasy of joy creeps through it.