أَيا مَن لا أَمَلُّ لَهُ اِرتِشافا

هَلُمَّ بِها مُعَتَّقَةً سُلافا

O you who have no hope of sipping

Come with it freely offered as a draft

إِذا اِدَّرَعَت زُجاجاتُها سَناها

تَوَهَّمَهُ النَديمُ لَهُ غِلافا

When its bottles don their teeth as armor

The boon companion imagines it a sheath

فَقَد لبِسَت عَروسُ الأَرضِ فَاِعمَل

عَلى أَلّا تَفَوِّتِها زِفافا

For the bride of earth has dressed herself so make sure

You do not miss her wedding feast