قُم هاتِها وَردِيَّةً ذَهَبِيَّةً

تَبدو فَتَحسَبُها عَقيقاً ذابا

Rise, bring me a golden, rosy wine

That glitters as if it were ruby melted,

أَو ما تَرى حُسنَ الهِلالِ كَأَنَّها

لَمّا تَبَدّى حاجِبٌ قَد شابا

Or as you see the beauty of the crescent moon,

When it first appears with a darkened eyebrow.