يَا حُسْنَهَا قَارُورَةٌ
جَاءَتْ مَهْفَهَفَةَ القَوَامِ
O beautiful flask
That came swaying in her gait
وَضَّاءةٌ مَمْلُوءةٌ
مَاءَ يُضِيءُ بِلا ضِرَامِ
Radiant, filled
With water that shines without wick
مَاءٌ بِهِ تُشْفَى صُدُورُ
الشَّارِبِينَ مِنَ الأَوَامِ
Water that heals the breasts
Of those who drink from life's bitterness
سِرُّ النَّدَى فِيهِ وَسِرُّ
حَمِيَّةِ المُهْدِي الهُمَامِ
The secret of dew is in it, and the secret
Of the noble guide's fervor
عَبَّاسٌ المُصْفَى مُوَدَّتَهُ
الكَرِيمُ ابْنِ الكِرَامِ
Abbas the distilled, his love
The generous, son of the generous
سَاقِي النُّهَى بِنَثِيرِهِ
وَنَظِيمِهِ أَشْهَى مُدَامِ
Bearer of plenty in his streaming
And in his stringing, sweetest wine