وَراحٍ تَتيهُ بِأَنفاسِها
عَلى ما يَفوحُ مِنَ العَنبَرِ
A breeze wandering with its breath
Over the fragrance of ambergris wafting
كَأَنَّ زُجاجَتِها دُرَّةٌ
تَشِفُّ عَلى الذَهَبِ الأَحمَرِ
As if its bottle were a pearl
Sipping the red gold
وَراحٍ تَتيهُ بِأَنفاسِها
عَلى ما يَفوحُ مِنَ العَنبَرِ
A breeze wandering with its breath
Over the fragrance of ambergris wafting
كَأَنَّ زُجاجَتِها دُرَّةٌ
تَشِفُّ عَلى الذَهَبِ الأَحمَرِ
As if its bottle were a pearl
Sipping the red gold