يا حُسن بدر أدار الشمس في يده

بخصره غيّبت عقلي من الفرح

O beauty, full moon controls the sun in his hand

With his waist my mind disappeared from joy

يطوف الكأس بالأحداق يلحظه

يطيل من حدق سكرى ومن قدح

The cup circulates in the eyes watching him

Prolongs from the intoxication of his eyelids and from his cup

في ليل طرّته مع صبح غرّته

من كاسه اغتبقي يا نفسُ واصطحبي

In a night whose eve mingled with the dawn of his morning

From his cup take a sip, O soul, and keep company