سَقاني مِن مُعَتَّقَةِ الدِنانِ

مَليحُ الدَلِّ مُختَضِبُ البَنانِ

He gave me drink from a preserved wine

Of beautiful ruby color and delicate bouquet

وَهَبتُ لِوَجهِهِ أَلحاظَ عَيني

بِلا خَوفٍ لِأَولادِ الزَواني

I freely gazed upon his face

Without fear of the spies

وَفَرَّغَ حُسنَهُ مِن كُلِّ عَيبٍ

وَجَلَّ عَنِ المُشاكِلِ وَالمُداني

His beauty was free of every blemish

And far above subtleties and blame

فَجاءَ كَما تَمَنّى كُلُّ نَفسٍ

لَهُ بِدَعٌ دَقيقاتُ المَعاني

He came as every soul had wished

Articulate in the finest meanings

وَحَمَّلَ كَفَّهُ كَأساً تَلَظّى

بِنارٍ لا تُقَنَّعُ بِالدُخانِ

And took in his palm a goblet flaming

With fire not quenched by smoke

فَلَمّا صَبَّ فيها الماءَ ثارَت

كَما ثارَ الشُجاعُ إِلى الجَبانِ

When he poured water in it, it seethed

As the valiant charge the craven

فَخِلتُ الكَأسَ مَركَزَ أُقحُوانٍ

وَتُربَتُهُ سَحيقُ الزَعفَرانِ

I saw the goblet was a focus of suns

Its dust pure saffron