أَدِرْ فَلَك المُدام وخلِّ عَتْبي

ودونك فاسِقينها واسْقِ صحبي

Turn the goblet of wine, and leave my troubles,

Below you, make them drink, and quench my friends,

فإنّ اليوم يومَ نَدًى وطَلّ

ويوم حَياً وتُوْكافٍ وسكْب

For today is a day of dew and longness,

And a day of life, leisure, and pouring,

كأنّ الغيم بان له حبيبٌ

فأقبل باكياً بجفون صبّ

As if the clouds had a beloved,

Who came weeping with overflowing eyelids,

وقد نَضَحَ النَّسيم بماء ورد

ومدّ على الهواء رداءَ سُحْبِ

The breeze was dripping with rosewater,

And drew on the air a gown of clouds,

فلو أبصرته طَشّاً ورشّاً

إذاً لرقصتَ من طرب وعُجْب

If you saw it flowing and sprinkling,

You would dance from joy and wonder,

كأنّ الشمس فيه عروس حَوْفٍ

تُزَفّ إليهم في ثوب شَرْب

As if the sun within it was a bashful bride,

Being led to it in a dress of drinking.