غَنِيتُ بِالمَحْبُوبِ عَمَّا يُشْتَهَى

وَالدَّهْرُ قَدْ آمَنني مِنْ نَزْغِهِ

I sang of the beloved, ignoring all else desired

And time has made me safe from its evil promptings

فَخمْرهُ وَوَرْدُهُ وَآسهُ

مِنْ ريقِهِ وَخَدِّهِ وَصُدغِهِ

So his wine, his rose, his cup

Are his saliva, his cheek, his chin