مَن لامَني في حُبِّ كوزٍ وَذِكرِهِ

فَلاقى الَّذي لاقَيتُ إِذ حَفَزَ الرَحَم

Who blames me for loving a drinking-vessel and speaking of it,

Has met with what I met when the steed urged on its rider.

فَيا حَبَّذا كوزٌ إِذا الخَيلُ أَدبَرَت

وَثارَ غُبارٌ في الدَهاسِ وَفي الأَكَم

Blessed the drinking-vessel, when the horses have turned their backs,

And the dust whirls up amid the hollows and the hillocks.

فَنِعمَ الفَتى تَعشو إِلى ضَوءِ نارِهِ

كُوَيزُ بنُ صَخرٍ لَيلَةَ الريحِ وَالظُلَم

Fair the young man who repairs to the light of its fire,

Kuweiz son of Sakhra on a night of wind and gloom.

إِذا البازِلُ الكَوماءُ لاذَت بِرَفلِها

وَلاذَت لِواذاً بِالمُدَرّينَ بِالسِلَم

When the timid wild cows take refuge in its folds,

And the mountain-goats take refuge, crowding up the winding paths.

وَقَد حالَ خَيرٌ مِن أُناسٍ وَرِفدُهُم

بِكَفّي غُلامٍ لا ضَنينٍ وَلا بَرَم

Though the best of men and their gifts have failed me,

With the palms of a lad who knows no meanness or denial.