وَمُدامَةٍ يَكسو الزُجاجَ شُعاعُها

كَالخَيطِ مِن ذَهَبٍ إِذا ما سُلَّتِ

And a goblet whose radiance clothes the glass

Like threads of gold when spin it has been cast

حُبِسَت وَلَم تَرَ غَيرَها في دَنِّها

فَتَقَصَّرَت مِن نَقشِها وَتَخَلَّتِ

Sequestered, seeing naught but its own class,

So from its decoration it falls fast.

قَد حَثَّني بِكُؤوسِها ذو غُنَّةٍ

صامَت لَهُ صَومَ المَلامِ وَصَلَّتِ

One deep in revelry has urged me on

To silent fasts of blaming and contest.