ومُدامةٍ صلَّى الملوكُ لوجهِها

من كثرةِ التَّبجيلِ والتّعظيمِ

And from a beauty whose wine cups kings would pray to,

So great was their awe and esteem of her face,

رقَّتْ حُشاشَتُها ورقَّ أديمُها

فكأنها شِيبتْ من التَّسنيمِ

Her cheeks grew pale and her skin thin

As though whitened by the years,

وكأنَّ عينَ السَّلسبيلِ تَفجَّرتْ

لكَ عن رحيقِ الجنّةِ المختومِ

And though the eyes of youth overflowed

For you with the nectar of Paradise sealed,

راحٌ إذا اقترنتْ عليكَ كؤوسُها

خِلتَ النُّجومَ تَقارنتْ بنجومِ

When her goblets were set beside you

The stars paled like stars next to stars,

تجري بأكنافِ الرِّياضِ وما لها

فلكٌ سِوَى كفِّي وكفِّ نديمي

She roams the meadows’ edges but has no orbit

Save my palm and that of my boon companion,

حتّى تخالَ الشمسَ يُكسَفُ نورُها

والأرضَ تُرعدُ رِعدةَ المحمومِ

Till you’d think the sun’s light dimmed

And the earth quaked with one in fever’s delirium.