وَصافِيَةٍ تَعشي العُيونُ رَقيقَةً

رَهينَةَ عامٍ في الدِنانِ وَعامِ

With clear wine the eyes grow tender in the evening

Captive to a year in pots and a year in cups

أَدَرنا بِها الكَأسَ الرَوِيَّةَ بَينَنا

مِنَ اللَيلِ حَتّى اِنجابَ كُلُّ ظَلامِ

We passed the brimming cup between us through the night

Until all darkness took flight and fled away

فَما ذَرَّ قَرنُ الشَمسِ حَتّى كَأَننا

مِنَ العِيِّ نَحكي أَحمدَ بنَ هِشامِ

Before the sun's rays pierced through, it was as though

We told, of madness, the tale of Ahmad ibn Hisham