أَدُورُ لِتَقْبِيلِ الثَّنَايَا وَلَمْ أَزَلْ

أَجُودُ بِنَفْسِي لِلنَّدامَى وَأَنْفاسِي

I still roam to kiss the folds, I have not ceased

To give myself to the repentant, and my breath,

وَأَكْسوَ كَفَّ الشَّرْبِ ثَوْباً مُذَهَّباً

فَمِنْ أَجْلِ هَذا لَقَّبُوني بِالكَاسِ

And dress the palm of drinking in a gilded robe,

So for this they nicknamed me "the chalice."