وَأَبيَضَ لا نِكسَسٍ وَلا واهِنِ القُوى

سَقَيتُ إِذا أَولى العَصافيرِ صَرَّتِ

With unfaltering strength and untiring zeal

I poured when the birds began their morning peal

رَدَدتُ عَلَيهِ الكَأسَ غَيرَ بَطيئَةٍ

إِلى اللَيلِ حَتّى هَرَّها وَأَهَرَّتِ

The wine I proffered then flowed swift and free

Till night came on and the stars shone bright to see

فَقامَ يَجُرُّ البُردَ لَو أَنَّ نَفسَهُ

بِكَفَّيهِ مِن رَدِّ الحُمَيّا لَخَرَّتِ

He rose and made to pull his robe more near

Lest the wine’s warmth should on his hand appear

وَأَدبَرَ لَو قيلَ اِتَّقِ السَيفَ لَم تَخَل

ذُؤابَتَهُ مِن خَشيَةٍ إِقشَعَرَّتِ

He turned as though a sword was at his throat

His hair on end with sudden fear and note