غَدا بِها صَفراءَ كَرخِيَّةً

كَأَنَّها في كَأسِها تَتَّقِد

Tomorrow she will be yellow like an autumn leaf

As if a flame burns within her glass

وَتَحسِبُ الماءَ زُجاجاً جَرى

وَتَحسَبُ الأَقداحَ ماءً جَمَد

And she mistakes water for flowing glass

And frozen water for glasses