خَلَوتُ بِالراحِ أُناجيها

آخُذُ مِنها وَأُعاطيها

I secluded myself with the wine, whispering my secrets to it,

Taking from it and offering to it in turn.

نادَمتُها إِذ لَم أَجِد مُسعَداً

أَرضاهُ أَن يَشرَكَني فيها

I made it my boon companion when I found no kindred spirit

Whom I would be pleased to have share it with me.

شَرِبتُها صِرفاً عَلى وَجهِها

فَكُنتُ ساقيها وَحاسيها

I drank it pure, unmixed and straight,

So I became both its cupbearer and its imbiber.

لَم تَنظُرِ العَينُ إِلى مَنظَرٍ

في الحُسنِ وَالظَرفِ يُدانيها

The eye has never beheld a sight

That approaches it in beauty and grace.

ما زِلتُ خَوفَ العَينِ لَمّا بَدَت

أَنفُثُ في كَأسي وَأَرقيها

Ever fearful of the envious eye when it appeared,

I breathed into my cup, casting spells to protect it.