قمْ فاسْقِنِي مِنْ يَدَيْكَ صَافَيةً
خَدُّكَ يَكْسُو شُعَاعَهَا لَهَبا
Rise, and give me clear wine from your hands.
Your cheek clothes its radiance in flame.
كَأنَّ مَاءَ الصَّفاءِ قَابَلَهَا
مِنْكَ ابتسامٌ فَمَثْلَ الحَبَبا
As though the water of purity were met
By a smile from you, which then mirrored the bubbles.
فَهَا أَنَا فِي الخُضُورِ مُنْتَهز
يا مُنْيَةَ النَّفْسِ غَيْبَةَ الرُّقَبا
So here I am amid the greenery, taking advantage—
O desire of the soul—of the watchers’ absence.
مِنْ عَجَبِ أنَّنِي أَزيُدك مِنْ
شُرْبِي وَسُكْرِي على قدْ غَلَبَا
It is a wonder that I increase you through
My drinking, while my intoxication has already overcome me.
Sol 6.1