ومَعشوقٍ يتيهُ بوَجهِ عاجٍ

كأنَّ الصُّدْغَ خُطَّ بِلامِ زاجِ

With a beloved, wandering a rigid face

As if his temples were traced with vivid wine

سقاني خَمرةٌ من مُقلَتَيْهِ

وخَمرُ المُقلتَيْنِ بلا مِزاجِ

He made me drink a wine from his eyes

And the wine of the two eyes is without dilution