تَخَالُ عند الْمَزْجِ إِبْرِيقَنَا

وَكَأَسَنَا مِنْ فَمِهِ تَقْرُبُ

Our goblets seem to kiss

As wine is poured at every sip;

عَيْناً مِنْ الْمَاءِ وَمِنْ دُونِهِ

غَزَالَةٌ قَدْ أَقْبَلَتْ تَشْرَبُ

With eyes of water, pure and deep,

A thirsty doe has come to drink.