يا خمرةَ ثغرِهِ الشهيِّ البرْقِ

ما حرمَكِ الشاربُ فارعيْ حقي

O wine of his alluring lips like lightning,

The drinker has not forbidden you, so grant me my right,

كانَتْ شفتاهُ حُقَّ درٍّ بهجٍ

والشاربُ قد جاءَ غطاءَ الحُق

His lips were truly sweet nectar,

And the drinker has come to claim his due.