يا حمرةَ خدِّهِ الشهيِّ البرْقِ

ما حرمك الشاربُ فارغيْ حقي

O rosy cheek, lightning flash of beauty,

Why did the drinker deny you your due?

كانت شفتاهُ حقَّ درٍّ بهجٍ

والشاربُ قدْ جاءَ غطاءَ الحقِّ

Your lips were meant for pure wine to kiss.

Yet the drinker came and hid the truth.