يا أَيُّها الخِلُّ الَّذي

ما زالَ مَخلوعَ العِذارِ

O friend, you who

have always been unbridled—

خَزُّ الظَلامِ قَدِ انِطَوى

فَاِشرَب عَلى شُربِ النَهارِ

darkness’s brocade has folded away;

so drink as day itself takes its draught,

راحاً يَلوحُ حَبابُها

كَالطَلِّ فَوقَ الجُلَّنارِ

a wine whose bubbles glimmer

like dew upon pomegranate blossoms;

فَدُراهُمُ النِسرينِ قَد

بَهَرَت دَنانيرَ البَهارِ

for the wild rose’s silver dirhams have

outshone the bahār’s golden dinars.