أَتانا لَذيذُ العنبِ رَطباً وَيانِعاً

بطَعمٍ كَطَعمِ الخُسرَويِّ المعَتَّقِ

The sweet grapes have come to us, succulent and ripe

With a flavor like old fermented wine

وَنظمٍ كنظمِ الدُرِّ يَزهو على الدُمى

ذَكيٌّ مَتى يُتلى على السَمعِ يَعبقِ

And a rhythm like the rhythm of pearls glittering on the wrists

Witty, when recited, the ears find it captivating

فشرَّدَ همّاً بين جنبيَّ كامِناً

وَطابَ به عَيشُ الزَمانِ المرنَّقِ

So it chased away a worry lurking inside me

And the life of depressing times became pleasant through it