بروحي التي ضنَّت علينا بريقها

وقالت على غير اللمى ما لنا حرصُ

With my soul that was stingy with her radiance toward us

And said, regarding other than the beloveds, we have no care

ولما تعاطينا الكؤوس تكرمت

علي بكاس في حشاشتها نقص

And when we took up the cups, she was generous

To me with a cup whose top was chipped

فبتنا وبات الحجل يرقص فوقنا

ولولا انتقاص الكاس ما حسن الرقص

So we spent the night, and the Pleiades danced above us

And were it not for the cup's chip, the dance would not have been so fine

فلا تحسب التقوى بأني سلوتها

ففي القلب من شوقي لخلخالها قرص

So do not reckon devotion that I asked her for calm

For in my heart from longing for her ankle bracelet is a sting