غَضِبَت عَلَيكَ ذَخيرَةُ الخَمّارِ

لَمّا بِها شَبَبتَ في الأَشعارِ

The vintner's treasured hoard is angry with you,

Because of how you portrayed her in your verse,

قالَت يُشَبِّهُني بِنارٍ أُجِّجَت

تَخبو إِذا نُضُحَت بِماءٍ جارِ

Saying: "He likens me to a kindled fire,

Which dies out when splashed with running water,

وَأَنا الَّتي أَزدادُ حُسناً كُلَّما

لاحَ المِزاجُ كَكَوكَبِ الأَسحارِ

While I am she whose beauty only grows whenever

The mixture gleams like the morning star.

فَلَئِن لَجَجتَ لَأَحرِمَنَّكَ دِرَّتي

حَتّى تَجَرَّعَ قَهوَةَ التَمّارِ

So if you persist, I shall surely deny you my pearl,

Until you are forced to swill the date-merchant's brew."