مَزجتُ ماءَ الكُرومِ

بصفِو ماءِ الغُيومِ

I mixed the water of vineyards

With the clear water of clouds

حَتَّى إذا لاحَ فيها

كاللُّؤلؤ المنظومِ

Until there appeared in it

As pearls well-strung

حَملتها كفَّ ظبي

رَطْبِ البَنان رخيم

I carried it in the palm of a gazelle

The moisture of tender shoots, mild

كأنّه بدُر تِمٍّ

في جُنحِ ليل بهيم

As though it were a full moon

In the wings of a calm night

فقام يَسعَى علينا

بأكؤسٍ كالنُّجومِ

So he began to serve us

With cups like stars

والراحُ فيها ارتياحٌ

وَمدفَعٌ للهُموم

The draught in them comforting

And dispelling cares