وَمُستَرَقِ النُخامَةِ مُستَكينٍ

لِوَقعِ الكَأسِ يومِئُ بِالبَنانِ

With furtive sips the tippler sighs,

As goblets' clink his thoughts supplies;

حَلَفتُ لَهُ بِما أَهدَت قُرَيشٌ

وَكُلِّ مُشَعشَعٍ في الجَوفِ آني

To thee I swore by gifts bestowed,

By Kureysh, and each vessel stowed

لَتَصطَبِحَن وَلَو أَعرَضتَ عَنها

وَلَو أَنّي بِعَقوَتِهِ سَقاني

Within my frame, replenished o'er;

Thou should'st be mine though spurned before.

فَطافَت طَوفَتَينِ فَكادَ يَحيا

وَدَبَّت في المَفاصِلِ وَاللِسانِ

Twice she circled round me, life almost fled,

And sense and utterance nearly fled.

فَلَم أَعرِف أَخي حَتّى اِصطَبَحنا

ثَلاثاً فَاِنبَرى خَذِمَ العِنانِ

I knew not aught till in the morn we woke,

And then my friend the flagon freely took.