رُبَّ اِبنِ لَيلٍ سَقانا

وَالشَمسُ تُطلِعُ غُرَّه

The son of many a night made me drunk,

And the sun rises reddened.

فَظَلَّ يَسوَدُّ لَوناً

وَالكَأسُ تَسطَعُ حُمرَه

So the color turned jet black,

And the cup begins to shine red.

كَأَنّهُ كيسُ فَحمٍ

قَد أوقِدَت فيهِ جَمرَه

As if it is a bag of embers

That had its red coals set ablaze within.

وَلِلمُدامِ مُديرٌ

يَشُبُّ جَمرَةَ خَمرَه

And to the wine is a butler

Who stokes the red embers of its wine.

تَضاحَكَت عَن حَبابٍ

يُقَبِّلُ الماءُ ثَغرَه

She laughed with a dimple

That the water kisses its mouth.

فَظِلتُ آخُذُ ياقوتَةً

وَأَصرِفُ دُرَّه

So I remained taking a ruby

And flipping its pearls,

حَتّى تَثَنَّيتُ غُصناً

وَاِصفَرَّتِ الشَمسُ نُقرَه

Until I bent a branch

And the sun yellowed its buds.

وَاِرتَدَّ لِلشَمسِ طَرفٌ

بِهِ مِنَ السُقمِ فَترَه

And to the sun a glance returned

Through which from the sickness is convalescence.

يَجولُ لِلغَيمِ كُحلٌ

فيهِ وَلِلقَطرِ عَبرَه

Wandering to the clouds is kohl

In it and for the rain comprehension.