رُبَّ ظَبيٍ خَنِثٍ ألحاظُهُ

كَعَوَالي مُنذِرٍ يَومَ النِّزالِ

Many a soft and weakling man, his glances

Are like banners of warning on the day of strife.

أترَعَ الكَأسَ وحَيَّاني بِهَا

فأخذت النَّجمَ من كَفِّ الهِلالِ

He passed the wine-cup round and it intoxicated me,

So I seized the bright star from the hand of the crescent moon.

فكأنِّي واجِدٌ فِي شُربِها

لَذَّةَ المنصُورِ فِي بَذلِ النَّوالِ

When I drink it seems I feel the pleasure

Al-Mansur knew in bestowing gifts and largesse.