قَد جُمِعَ الحُسنُ وَالمَلاحَةُ في

وَجهٍ مِنَ العاشِقينَ مَنحوتِ

Beauty and charm gathered in

A face carved by lovers

في عَينِهِ مَرضَةٌ إِذا نَظَرَت

قَد كَحَّلَتهُ بِسِحرِ هاروتِ

In his eyes an ailment, when it looks

It lined them with the sorcery of Harut

يَمُجُّ إِبريقُهُ المِزاجَ كَما اِم

تَدَّ شِهابٌ في إِثرِ عِفريتِ

His flask pours out wine as though

A shooting star streaked after a demon

عَلى عُقارٍ صَفراءَ تَحسَبُها

شيبَت بِمِسكٍ في الدَنِّ مَفتوتِ

On top of a yellow drug, you'd think it

Grayed with musk melted in the vat

لِلماءِ فيها كِتابَةٌ عَجَبٌ

كَمِثلِ نَقشٍ في فَصِّ ياقوتِ

The water in it has wondrous writing

Like engraving on a ruby gem