ومُدامةٍ كحشاشة النفسِ

لَطُفت عن الإدراك باللمسِ

With a euphoria like the flutter of the soul

That transcends understanding through its touch

لنسيمها في قلبِ شاربها

رَوْح الرجاءِ وراحة اليأس

For he who drinks of its breeze in his heart

Finds the spirit of hope and the comfort of despair

وتَمدُّ في أمل ابن نشوتها

حتى يؤمل مرجعَ الأمس

It stretches his yearning as long as intoxication lasts

Until he hopes for the return of yesterday