يا من يعلّلني بكأسِ مدامةٍ

عن وصلِ من همِّي به يتكاثر

O you who distract me with a cup of wine,

from union with the one for whom my sorrow multiplies—

لون المدام كما تراه وإنَّما

خدّ الذي أهواه لونٌ آخر

The wine’s color is just as you see it; only

the cheek of the one I love has another hue.