روحي الفداء لمن تناقص دنُّها

ليلاً ولم ينقص لماها الأعذب

My soul be ransom for her whose wine jar dwindled

by night, while the sweet dusk of her lips diminished not.

جادت لنا بالكأس ناقصةً ولو

تمت لبتُّ كما يبيت الأعزب

She lavished on us a cup not quite full; and had it

been filled, I would have passed the night as a bachelor does.