وَمَشمولَةٍ قَد طالَ بِالقَفصِ حَبسُها

حَكَت نارَ إِبراهيمَ في اللَونِ وَالبَردِ

Imprisoned for so long, her cage was cramped,

She told of Abraham's fire in hue and chill.

حَطَطنا إِلى خَمّارِها بَعدَ هَجعَةٍ

رِحالَ مَطايا لَم تَزَل يَومَها تَخدي

We lowered ourselves to her veil after sleepiness,

The saddles of steeds that spent their day pacing.

مُلوكٌ لِلَذّاتِ الشَبابِ تَواضَعوا

وَلَم يَحلِفوا فيها بِذَمٍّ وَلا حَمدِ

Kings in the bloom of youth showed humility

Swearing by no blame or praise in it.

فَباتوا لَدى الخُمارِ في بَيتِ حانَةٍ

وَأَخلوا قُصوراً بِالرُصافَةِ وَالحَدِّ

They spent nights by the wine-seller in a tavern,

Emptying palaces in the suburbs and burbs.

وَدامَ عَلَيهُم بِالمُدامِ مُمَنطَقٌ

بِزُنّارِهِ حُلو الشَمائِلِ وَالقَدِ

Continuing at the wine-skins was one

With a belt, sweet of glance and stature.

يَمُجُّ سُلافَ الخَمرِ في عَسجَديَّةٍ

تَوَهُّجُ في يُمناهُ كَالكَوكَبِ الفَردِ

He pours the wine's draft in a goblet

That glows on his right like a lone star.

مُحَفَّرَةٍ فيها تَصاويرُ فارِسٍ

وَكِسرى غَريقٌ حَولُهُ خِرَقُ الجُندِ

Engraved on it figures of a horseman

And Khusraw surrounded by torn raiments of soldiers.