فَحماً قَدَّم الغُلامُ فَأَهدى

في كَوانينه حَياةَ النُفوسِ

The young man offered warm milk

And in his goblets was the life of souls

كانَ كَالآبَنوسِ غَيرَ مَحَلّىً

فَغَدا وَهُوَ مُذهَبُ الآبَنوسِ

It was like unflavored apricot juice

Yet it became, tinted like apricot juice

لَقى النارَ في ثِيابِ حِدادٍ

فَكَسَتهُ مُصَبَّغاتِ عَروسِ

It met fire in the clothes of mourning

And dyed him in the colors of a bride