وَإِنَّكِ عَمري هَل تَرى ضوءَ بارِقٍ

عَريضِ السَنا ذي هَيدَبٍ مُتَزَحزِحِ

My life, do you see the gleaming light

Of broad front with swaying motion?

قَعَدتُ لَهُ ذاتَ العِشاءِ أَشيمُهُ

بِمَرٍّ وَأَصحابي بِجُبَّةِ أَذرُحِ

I sat down for it one evening to perceive it

With bitterness and my friends in coats of mail

وَمِنهُ بِذي دَورانَ لَمعٌ كَأَنَّهُ

بُعيدَ الكَرى كَفّا مُفيضٍ بِأَقداحِ

And from it, with its revolution, a gleam as though it were

Far off, a cup overflowing with goblets

فَقُلتُ لَهُم لَمّا رَأَيتُ وَمِيضَهُ

لِيُروَوا بِهِ أَهلَ الهِجانِ المُكشَّحِ

So I said to them when I saw its flashing

To let the people of commotion quench their thirst

قَبائِلَ مِن كَعبِ بنِ عَمروٍ كَأَنَّهُم

إِذا اِجتَمَعوا يومًا هِضابُ المُضَيَّحِ

Tribes of Ka’b bin ‘Amr as though they

When gathered one day, humps of the rugged valley

تَحُلُّ أَدانِيهِم بِوَدَّانَ فالشَبا

وَمَسكِنُ أَقصاهُم بِشُهدٍ فَمِنصَحِ

Their lower parts girt with valleys, so the youths

And dwellings of their farthest parts with honey, so clear