راحَ إِذا علت الأَكُف كُؤوسَها

فَكَأَنَّها مِن دونِها في الراح

When the cups are raised up high

It's as if beyond them in the air

وَكَأَنَّما الكاسات مِما حَولَها

مِن نورِها يَسبَحنَ في ضَحضاح

The cups themselves are lit up there

With brightness glittering and nigh

لَو بُثَّ في غَسَق الظَلام شُعاعَها

طلع المَساءُ بِغُرَةِ الإِصباح

If her beams were shed in the night's gloom

The evening would dawn like the morn's first bloom

نَفَضت عَلى الأَجسام ناصع لَونَها

وَسرت بلذتها إِلى الأَرواح

Her brilliant hue on bodies she'd sprinkle

And with her bliss she'd souls besprinkle