وَكَأسِ أُنسٍ قَد جَلَتها المُنى

فَباتَتِ النَفسُ بِها مُعرِسَه

And a cup of conviviality that wishes have fulfilled,

So the soul has spent the night being its bride.

طافَ بِها أَسوَدُ مُحدَودِبٌ

يُطرِبُ مَن يَلهو بِهِ مَجلِسَه

A tame black lion has circled it,

Disturbing whoever toys with it in his sitting place.

فَخِلتُهُ مِن سَبَجٍ رَبوَةً

قَد أَنبَتَت مِن ذَهَبٍ نَرجِسَه

So I left it because of a splendid magnificence,

That has grown narcissus flowers from gold.