إِنَّ الكُؤوسَ بِها يَطيبُ المَجلِسُ

فَعَلامَ تُحبَسُ أَم لِماذا تَحبِسُ

The cups make the gathering pleasant,

Why then are they withheld, or why withhold them?

قَد طابَ مُغتَبَقُ الزَمانِ وَنُشِّرَت

حُلَلُ الرَبيعِ كَأَنَّهُنَّ السُندُسُ

The season is now favorable and joy abounds,

Like brocade are the robes of spring.

وَتَوَقَّدَ النُوّارُ حَتّى أَنَّهُ

لَيُخالُ أَنَّ النارَ مِنهُ تُقبَسُ

The lamps are lit as if

Their flames are taken from it.

وَمُفاكِهٍ عَبِقُ الكَلامِ كَأَنَّما

يُفضي إِلَيكَ بِلَفظِ فيهِ النَرجِسُ

Fruits with eloquent perfume as though

Uttering to you words of narcissus.

رَكِبَت إِلَيكَ بَنانَهُ ذَهَبِيَّةٌ

صَفراءُ تُمزَجُ بِالظَلامِ فَتَنبِسُ

Their golden fingers ride to you

Yellow, blending with the gloom and gleaming.

بِكرٌ تَقَدَّمَتِ الزَمانَ بِغَرسِها

إِن كانَ قَبلَ الدَهرِ شَيءٌ يُغرَسُ

Juveniles who preceded time with their planting

If before time was, aught planted.

وَمُنادِمينَ كَأَنَّهُم سُرُجُ الدُجى

أَيمانُهُم بِنَوالِهِم تَتَبَجَّسُ

Boon companions like the gloom's torches

Their right hands grasp their goblets.

أَقمارُ لَيلٍ رُكِّبَت مِن تَحتِها

أَبدانُ حورٍ أُسكِنَتها الأَنفُسُ

Moons of night mounted beneath them

Bodies of houris inhabited by souls.