قد لَوى جيدَه حياءً وحيّا

بكؤوسِ المدام كأساً فكَأسا

He bashfully bent his neck in greeting

And drank from cups of wine cup after cup

فنفضتُ اليدين عن يانِعِ الزه

ر لمعنىً أجدَّ لي فيه أنسا

So I shook off my hands from the blossoming flowers

For I found in their meaning a charm

نُغْنُغٌ في نَصَاعَةِ الزَّهْرِ مَرْآ

ه لِعَيْني وكالحريرةِ مَسَّا

The murmuring of bees around the flowers

Is a mirror to my eyes and a soft touch