يا صاحِ يَشغَلُ سَمعي عَن عَواذِلَهُ

قَرعُ الكُؤوسِ بِأَفواهِ القَوازيزِ

O my companion, your cup's clink distracts my hearing from her reproaches,

As you pour wine into cups with mouths of ewers.

أَصغى بِإِبريقِهِ مِن تَحتِ مِبزَلِها

حَتّى تَمَلَّأَ مِن أَحشاءِ مَوخوزِ

He bent his pitcher under her abode,

Until it was filled from the heart of fermented grapes.

يُضاحِكُ الأُقحُوانُ الغَضُّ في فَمِهِ

تُفّاحَ خَدٍّ بِخالِ المِسكِ مَغروزِ

Laughing coquettishly, the tender apple in his mouth,

With a cheek beauty-marked by musk.

كَأَنَّ ديباجَةً في وَجهِهِ نَشَرَت

تَطريزَةً حَثَّها في حُسنِ تَطريزِ

As if he had spread out brocade on his face,

An embroidery whose beauty was exquisitely wrought.

فَنَحنُ مِنهُ وَفي أَيّامِهِ أَبَداً

في مِهرَجانٍ نُغاديهِ وَنَيروزِ

We are with him, and in his days forever,

Celebrating in a festival, joyous and glad.

إِذ لا يَزالُ مِنَ الفِتيانِ ذو طَرَبٍ

يَعُبُّ مِن ذَهَبٍ قَد ذابَ إِبريزِ

For he remains, of the youths, possessed of rapture,

Melting gold that had flowed molten from a crucible.

دامَ عَلَيهِ هَجيرُ الشَمسِ يَسبِكُهُ

فَمَيَّزَ الصَفوَ مِنهُ أَيَّ تَميِيزِ

The sun's heat poured on him, refining him,

Distinguishing the pure gold, however it be purified.

تُنازِعُ الماءَ في الأَقداحِ إِذ مُزِجَت

بِصارِمٍ مِن سُيوفِ النَومِ مَهزوزِ

It contends with water in cups when mixed

With a sword of drowsiness, tottering.

مَتى يُريدُ جُموحاً وَهيَ تَجذُبُهُ

هَل يَستَطيعُ سِلاحاً غَيرَ تَبريزِ

Whenever it desires tempestuousness, while she restrains him,

Can he wield any weapon but severance?

لا يُقعِدُ الشَكُّ عَزمي عِندَ نَهضَتِهِ

وَلَيسَ رَأسِيَ عَن حَزمٍ بِمَحجوزِ

Doubt does not keep my resolve seated when he rises,

Nor is my head bound from resoluteness.