وَمَدامَةٍ يَبدو إِلَيكَ جَنينُها

وَعَلَيهِ تاجٌ لَم يَصُغهُ صائِغُ

A glass that seems full to you, though its inside

Bears a crown no craftsman has ever forged.

راحٌ لَها مِن ريحِها الشَرَكُ الَّذي

لَولاهُ لَم يُصَدِ السُرورُ الرائِغُ

It has a respite from its own scent which,

Were it not for that, joy would not be contained.

تَخفى لِفَرطِ صَفائِها فَكَأَنَّما

إِبريقُها المَلآنُ مِنها فارِغُ

It hides, for its great clarity, as though

Its overflowing goblet were empty.