وَعَشِيَّةٍ أَذْكَى رُوَاؤُ جَمَالِهَا

بَيْنَ الْجَوَانِحِ لاَعِجَ الأَشْوَاقِ

In an evening when the scent of her beauty was most fragrant

And many an evening whose radiant beauty kindled

Among the souls, desire stirred restlessly

within the breast the searing flames of longing;

بَسَطَتْ قَطَائِفُ تِبْرِهَا بِحَدَائِقٍ

مَرْقُومَةٍ بِزَبَرْجَدِ الأَوْرَاقِ

The gowns of her splendor spread out into gardens

It spread its carpets of pure gold across gardens

Studded with emeralds of leaves

embroidered with the chrysolite of the leaves,

نَدَبَتْ لِرَاحِ الأُنْسِ مَحْرُوقَ الْجَوَى

بِلَظَى النَّوَى قُمْ هَاتِهَا يَا سَاقِ

Yearning for the intimacy she kindled, scorched with passion

Summoning to the wine of intimacy one whose heart is consumed

By the flames of separation—come, bring her here, O fate!

by the blaze of separation: "Arise and bring it, O cupbearer!"