عَناني صَوتُ مُسمِعَةٍ وَراحٍ

فَباكَرَني إِذا بَزَغَ الصَباحُ

The voice of a fair one woke me at dawn

As the radiant morn began to glow

وَمَعشوقِ الشَمائِلِ عَسكَرِيٍّ

لَهُ قَتلى وَلَيسَ لَهُ جِراحُ

The beloved of charming beauty camped

He has casualties but no wounds show

كَأَنَّ الكَأسَ في يَدِهِ عَروسٌ

لَها مِن لُؤلُؤٍ رَطبٍ وِشاحُ

As though the cup were a bride in his hand

Adorned with fresh, moist pearls aglow

وَقائِلَةٍ مَتى يَفنى هَواهُ

فَقُلتُ لَها إِذا فَنِيَ المِلاحُ

And she asked when his passion would wane

I said: "When salt no longer seasons food"