اشربْ فإنّ الزمان غضٌّ

وصَرْفُه لينِّ الجَناب

Drink, for the times are bitter

And their taste makes youth sober

من قهوةٍ مُزَّة كُمَيْت

أَسْكَرَ من أَعْصُر الشَّباب

From coffee blended purely

More intoxicating than youth in its prime

أرق من أَدْمُع التّصابي

سَكْبا وأَشْهى من الضِّراب

Finer than the tears of lovers

Poured out and sweeter than the wounds of passion

صاغَ لها المَزْجُ حين شِيبَتْ

نَطاقَ دُرّ من الحَبَابِ

When it was brewed, its blend composed

A necklace of pearls around gray hair

كأنّ في كَأسها صباحاً

والليلُ مُحْلَولْك الثِّياب

As if in its cup the dawn appears

And the night disrobes gracefully

يَسْعى بها ساحرُ المآقي

لا يُمْرض الوصلَ بالعتاب

The magician of trysts rushes with it

Not to mar love with reproach

كأنها لونُ وجنَتَيْه

وطِيبُ ألفاظِه العِذابِ

As if it were the hue of his cheeks

And the fragrance of his tormenting words

إنّ نَدَى راحَتَيْ نزارٍ

ما زال يُغْني عن السَّحاب

Verily the dew of Nizar's palms

Still surpasses the clouds

مهذّبٌ أروعُ السَّجايا

مقابلٌ ماجد النِّصاب

Well-mannered, finest manners

A match for the glorious archer