ورادعةٍ بأنفاسِ العبيرِ

مُقنّعةِ المفارقِ بالقتيرِ

With the fragrance of roses in her breath,

Veiled in parting's gloom and dust,

جَلتْها الكاسُ فاطَّلعتْ علينا

طُلوعَ البِكر في حُللِ الحريرِ

Her goblet unveiled her to us

Like the dawn rising in silken robes.

كأنَّ كؤوسَها يحملْنَ منها

شموساً ألبِستْ خِلعَ البُدورِ

As though her cups carried

Suns clothed in the raiment of moons.

كأنَّ مزاجَها لمّا تجلَّتْ

بصحنِ زُجاجها نارٌ بنورِ

As though when her temperament appeared

In the glass's bowl, it was fire and light.

كأنَّ أديمَها ذهبٌ عليهِ

أكاليلٌ منَ الدُّرِّ النَّثيرِ

As though her skin were gold

Adorned with plentiful pearls' wreaths.