وَشادِنٍ طافَ بِمَشمولَةٍ

لَو ذاقَها سَكرانُ هَمٍّ صَحا

A full moon rose carrying the sun of daybreak

As I left him with the cup in his hand

فَخِلتُهُ وَالكَأسُ في كَفِّهِ

بَدرَ الدُجى تَحمِلُ شَمسَ الضُحى

Had he who is drunk with worries tasted it

He would have circled an orchard