أَديري في الدُّجى شَمسَ العُقارِ

عَلى النُدَماءِ يا شَمسَ النَّهارِ

Turn the sun of spikenard in the darkness upon the soft sands, O sun of daytime.

A wine cup whose color appears liberated like the opposites of water and fire.

مُعَتَّقَةً كميت اللَونِ يَبدو

بِها الضِّدانِ مِن ماءٍ وَنارِ

And a cupbearer like a bough of acacia, flowing easily,

Has colored us with the redness and blushing of intoxication.

وَساقِيَةٍ كَغُصنِ البانِ قَدّاً

سَبتَنا بِاِحوِرارٍ وَاِحمِرارِ

The bracelet was congested so it bit a smooth part of her wrist,

For her who would kiss my bracelet if I asked.

وَقَد غَصَّ السِوارُ فَعَضَّ زنداً

لَها مَن لي بِتَقبيلِ السِوارِ

Does the thread of her acacia necklace bear a glowing ember,

With which it sets her cheeks ablaze from its sparks?

أَيَحمِلُ خَوطُ بانٍ جُلَّناراً

بِهِ مِن وَجنَتَيها جُلُّ ناري

Remove gravity from me through her, for I see

The doffing of modesty upon the spikenard.

أَمِط عَنّي الوَقارَ بِها فَإِنّي

أَرى خَلعَ العِذارِ عَلى العُقارِ

And give me drink below you until you see me

Wept for tomorrow by the veiled women.

وَدونَكَ فَاِسقِني حَتّى تَراني

غَداً يُبكى عَلَيَّ مِنَ الخُمارِ

No worries can be consoled like drinking carefree

Wine whose intoxication wanders in the night aimlessly.

فَما سَلّى الهُمومَ كَشُربِ راحٍ

كُمَيتٍ زَندُها في اللَيلِ واري

When the armies of worries attack and retreat,

The armies of worries signal their flight.

إِذا صَدَمَت جُيوشَ الهَمِّ وَلَّت

جُيوشُ الهَمِّ تُؤذِنُ بِالفِرارِ

So meet her early at the two limpid waters between

The encampments, of which one flows and one is still.

فَباكِرها عَلى ماءَينِ بَينَ ال

خَمائِلِ مِنهُما ساحٍ وَجاري

When the breeze blows upon it, it shows us

The pattern of the water skin as it sails by.

إِذا هَبَّ النَسيمُ عَلَيهِ أَبدى

لَنا نَقشَ المُبارِدِ وَهوَ طاري