وَلَقَد طَعَنتُ اللَيلَ في أَعجازِهِ

بِالكاسِ بَينَ غَطارِفٍ كَالأَنجُمِ

I pierced the night in its back

With the cup, amidst curtains like stars

يَتَمايَلونَ عَلى النَعيمِ كَأَنَّهُم

قُضُبٌ مِنَ الهِندِيِّ لَم تَتَثَلَّمِ

Swaying in luxury as if they are

Unbroken bamboo sticks from India

وَلَقَد شَرِبناها بِخاتَمِ رَبِّها

بِكراً وَلَيسَ مِثلَ الأَيَّمِ

And we drank it with the seal of its owner

Pure in the early morning, not like other days

وَلَها سُكونٌ في الإِناءِ وَدونَهُ

شَغَبٌ يَطَوِّحُ بِالكَمِيِّ المُعلَمِ

It has tranquility in the vessel and beneath it

Is turmoil tossing the seasoned boozer