صُفرَةُ الخَمرةِ التي
كُنتُ أهوى احمِرارَها
The yellow tinge of the wine
Which I used to love for its redness
خَجِلَتْ منْ خُدودِ منْ
للنّدامى أدارَها
Has become shy on the cheeks of one
Who offered it to the penitent
صُفرَةُ الخَمرةِ التي
كُنتُ أهوى احمِرارَها
The yellow tinge of the wine
Which I used to love for its redness
خَجِلَتْ منْ خُدودِ منْ
للنّدامى أدارَها
Has become shy on the cheeks of one
Who offered it to the penitent