هَلُمَّ لِشُربِ خَمرٍ ذاتِ سُكرٍ

بِأَكؤُسِ ثَغرِهِ لَيسَت تملُّ

Come drink some intoxicating wine

In cups whose rim knows no satiety,

وَشمَّ خدّاً عَلَيهِ بَدا عِذارٌ

تَرى ماءً عَلَيهِ يرفُّ ظلُّ

And smell a cheek on which appears coquetry

Like dew-drops sprinkled over a blossoming vine.