كَأَنَّما الرَّاوُوقُ وانتِصابُهُ

خُرْطُومُ فِيْلٍ سَقَطَتْ أَنْيَابُهُ

As if the wine jug with its rising spout

Is the trunk of an elephant whose tusks broke off

طُفْنَا به وَكُلَّنا نَهَابُهُ

وهو كظيظٌ مُتْأَقٌ إهابُهُ

We circled around it, all of us fearing it

While it boiled and bubbled, roaring

مُخَضّبٌ وَحَبّذا خِضابُهُ

مَجّ الرَّحِيقَ الرّائِقَ انْتِقابُهُ

Dyed red, splendid its dye

Blended of exquisite, subtle wine

غَيْثُ مُدَامٍ خَرِقٌ سَحَابُهُ

كالضَّرْعِ يَكفي حَلْبَهُ انْجِلابُهُ

A downpour of sweet wine, its clouds torn open

Like an udder sufficient for its streaming outpour

فالبَيْتُ مِنْهُ عَبِقٌ تُرابُهُ

كَأَنَّ عِطْراً فُتِقَتْ عِيابُهُ

The house was fragrant from it, its dust

As if perfumes had burst from its folds

فيه فَكُلُّ هَمُّهُ انْتِهابُهُ

فَغْمٌ إذا ما اتّصَلَ انْسكابُهُ

In it all one's care is to seize it

Regret when its outflowing is cut off

سالِ برَاحٍ قَرْقَفٍ لُعابُهُ

رُضَابُ مَنْ أعشَقُهُ رُضَابُهُ

Ask of its brisk, effervescent saliva

The slaps of my beloved are his slaps

مَنْ لَمْ يَرْقَ بمثلِهِ شرابُهُ

لَمْ يَدْرِ كيف العَيْشُ واكتِسَابُهُ

He who has not savored its drink

Knows not how to live and gain in life