بالجنك من مغنى دمشق حمائمٌ

في دَفّ أشجا تشوق بلطفها

Soft doves are cooing in the grove of Damascus

Among perfumed boughs that yearn for their delight

فإذا أشارَ لها الشجي بكأسه

غنَّت عليه بجنكها وبدفها

When the reveler beckons to them with his cup

They sing to him with lute and drum their delight