يا حُسنَ ساقِيَةٍ تمُدّ أناملاً

بِعَروسِ راحٍ في عقودِ حبابِ

O beauty of a water-bearer extending fingers

With wine flowing in necklaces of bubbles

تسقيكَ شمسَ سلافةٍ عِنبِيّةٍ

طَلَعَتْ على فَلَكٍ من العُنّابِ

She serves you sun-ripened grape juice

Rising in a sky of wild anemones

ومُنبَّهٍ في حِجْرِ مَن شَدَواتُها

تَثْني الهمومَ بها على الأعْقابِ

And awakener in the lap of one whose coquetries

Bend worries away on their heels

وكأنّما الأجسامُ من إحسانها

مُلِئَتْ بأرواحٍ من الإطرابِ

As if bodies from her kindness

Were filled with souls of infatuation

وكأنّما يدُها فمٌ متكلِّمٌ

بالسحرِ فيهِ مِقْوَلُ المضرابِ

And as if her hand were a speaking mouth

With magic in it, the words of enchantment