لَم يَبقَ لي في غَيرِها لَذَّةٌ

كَرخِيَّةٌ في الكَأسِ كَالنارِ

No pleasure remains for me in anything but her,

A Karkhi vintage in the cup, like fire,

نَكهَتُها أَطيَبُ مِن فارَةٍ

مَملوءَةٍ مِسكاً لِعَطّارِ

Her aroma is more fragrant than a pod

Filled with musk, belonging to a perfumer.