اِسبُلِ الشِعرَ مُعجِباً وَتَهيا

لِيُديرَ الكُؤسَ في حالِ سُكرِهِ

Ask poetry enthralled and languidly

To pass the cup about in drunken glee

فَنَهوهُ فَقُلتُ لا تَمنَعوهُ

وَدَعوهُ يَدورُ في حِلِّ شِعرِهِ

They stopped him but I said “Let not this be

Leave him to weave in rapture poetry”