وَلَمّا بَدا التُفّاحُ أَحمَرَ مُشرِقاً

دَعَوتُ بِكَأسي وَهيَ مَلأى من الشَفَق

When the apple appeared red and bright

I called for my cup, filled with sunset glow

وَقُلتُ لِساقينا أَدرها فَاِنَّها

خُدودُ عَذارى قَد جُمِعنَ عَلى طَبَق

And said to our cupbearer, pass it round

For it is the cheeks of maidens gathered on a tray