ترى الإِبريقَ يحملُه أَخوهُ

كِلا الظَّبْيَيْن يَلْثِمُهُ ارتِشافا

The pitcher he bears, his brother bears

Both gazelles sip from it, sipping gently

يَظَلُّ كمُطرِقٍ في القوم يبكي

دماً أَو ناكسٍ يشكو الرُّعافا

He remains like one who weeps among the tribe

Bowing in grief or complaining of giddiness

يكفِّ مُهفهَف الكَشْحَيْن يُنْمى

إِلى الغُصْنِ اعتدالاً وانعطافا

He checks the swaying of his slender wrists, he tilts

Gently towards the branch in moderation and inclination

يُدير الكأْس من يده دِهاقاً

ويَسْقي الرّاحَ من فمه سُلافا

He rotates the cup in his hand slowly

And feeds the wind from his mouth sips

ويُهدي الوردَ لا مِنْ وَجنتيْه

فَيَأْبى أَخذَه إِلاّ قِطافا

He offers the rose not from his cheeks

It refuses to be plucked except as a snippet

ومُسْمِعُنا الأَغنُّ إِذا تَغَنّى

خلعت على مَحبَّته العَفافا

When our most melodious singer sings his song

I become bare of all veils for love of him

يُضاعِفُ من سرور القلب حتى

يكاد يشُقّ للطرب الشَّغافا

He increases the joy in my heart until

It almost splits from the intensity of passion