رَقّ الزُّجاجُ وَرَقَّت الخَمرُ

فَتشابَها فَتَشاكل الأَمرُ

The glass gently wept, the wine softly bubbled

So alike they seemed, so confusion doubled

فَكَأَنَّها خَمرٌ وَلا قَدح

وَكَأَنَّها قَدحٌ وَلا خَمرُ

As though it was wine, and no glass was there

And as though the glass held wine that wasn't there