لسكر الهَوى أَروى لِعَظمي وَمِفصَلي

إِذا ظَمِيا يا روح مِن سُكرَةِ الخَمرِ

I will drink the sweet wine of love to nourish my bones and joints

When my soul is parched from the intoxication of wine

وَاحسِن مِن رَجعِ المَثاني دفقها

مَراجيع نَغم الثَّغرِ يقرَعُ بِالثَّغرِ

And the flowing stream from the spring flows more beautifully

The melody of the lips knocks on the lips