ناحَت فَواخِتُ سُحبٍ وَكرُها الفَلَكُ

بُكاؤُها لِطَواويسِ الرُبى ضَحِكُ

The cheeks of clouds have wept, and the sky abhors their crying,

Their tears make the small birds laugh.

وَأَنجُمُ النَبتِ تُجلى في قَلائِدِها

جيدُ السَحابِ الَّتي أَقمارُها البِرَكُ

The stars of buds reveal themselves in necklaces,

The cheek of clouds whose moons are blessings.

وَالوَردُ ما بَينَ أَنهارٍ مُدَرَّجَةٍ

كَأَنَّهُ شَفَقٌ مِن حَولِهِ حُبُكُ

The flowers between the terraced rivers

Are like an evening glow surround by love knots.

فَسَقِّنا مِن عَصيرِ الكَرمِ صافِيَةً

كَأَنَّها الذَهَبُ الإِبريزُ مُنسَبِكُ

So serve us the pure juice of vines

As if it were liquid gold in woven cups.

يُبدي المِزاجُ عَلى كاساتِها حَبَباً

كَأَنَّهُ مِن حَريرٍ أَبيَضٍ شَبَكُ

The wine in the goblets shows affection

As if it were white silk with woven rings.