وَمُهَفْهَفٍ أَشْكو فَظاظَةَ عاذِلٍ

يُزْري عَلَيَّ إِلى لَطافَةِ خَصْرِهِ

With sighing and moaning, I complain of the harshness of a reproacher

Who casts aspersions on me about the softness of his slender waist

أَسْرى فَجابَ سَناهُ أَرْدِيَةَ الدُّجَى

حَتّى اسْتَجارَ اللَّيلُ مِنْهُ بِشَعْرِهِ

I traveled by night and his radiant brightness illuminated the darkness

Until the night sought refuge in his hair from him

والخَدُّ مِنْ عَرَقٍ يَفيضُ جُمانُهُ

كَالوَرْدِ قَرَّطَهُ الغَمامُ بِقَطْرِهِ

His cheek was dripping sweat from the flowing wine

Like roses sprinkled by the clouds with their rain

وَبِكَفِّهِ القَدَحُ الرَّوِيُّ وَمِنْهُ ما

أَلْتَذُّهُ وَيَروقُني مِنْ خَمْرِهِ

In his hand was a goblet of wine from which

I take delight, solaced by its drink

هِيَ لَوْنُها مِنْ وَجْنَتَيْهِ وَطَعْمُها

مِنْ رِيقِهِ وَحَبابُها مِنْ ثَغْرِهِ

Its color from his cheeks, its taste from his saliva

Its bubbles from his lips