نَعَماني بِشَربَةٍ مِن طِلاءٍ

نَعمتِ النّيمُ مِن شَبا الزَمَهريرِ

With a cup of paint

A comfort filled breeze from the youthful chatterbox

مِن كَمَيتٍ أَجادها طابِخاها

لَم تَمُت كُلُ مَوتِها في القُدورِ

From a generous pot its cook excelled at

Not all of it died in the pots