داوِ يَحيى مِن خُمارِه

بِاِبنَةِ الدَنِّ وَقارِه

Cure Yahya of his morning ailment,

With the daughter of the cask, sealed in pitch,

مِن شَرابٍ خُسرَوِيٍّ

ما تَعَنَّوا بِاِعتِصارِه

A vintage of Khosrow's royal stock,

That exacted no toil in its pressing.

طَبَخَتهُ الشَمسُ لَمّا

بَخِلَ العِلجُ بِنارِه

Matured by the sun, for the vintner

Was miserly with his fire's dressing.

فَأَتى الدَهرُ عَلَيهِ

غَيرَ شَيءٍ في قَرارِه

Time has consumed all its substance,

Leaving naught but the essence inside,

فَتَجَلَّت عَن شِهابٍ

يَتَرامى بِشَرارِه

Till it revealed itself as a meteor,

Casting sparks far and wide.

رَكَدَ الدَهرُ عَلَيهِ

فَكَفى ضَوءَ نَهارِه

The ages settled still upon it,

Sufficing for the light of the day.

وَنَديمي كُلُّ خِرقٍ

زانَهُ عِتقُ نِجارِه

My companion is every noble youth,

Adorned by a lineage ancient and gay.

وَغَزالٍ تَشرَهُ النَف

سُ إِلى حَلِّ إِزارِه

And a gazelle for whom the soul hungers,

To loosen the sash at his waist,

بَسَطَتهُ سَورَةُ الرا

حِ لَنا بَعدَ اِزوِرارِه

The wine's power made him yield to us,

After he had turned away in haste.

فَأَطَفنا بِنَواحي

هِ وَلَم نَعرِض لِدارِه

So we circled around his borders,

But trespassed not on his domain.