يا حُسْنَنا نَحْنُ في لَهْوٍ ولَيْلَتُنا
بِزَهْرِ أَنْجُمِها تُرْمى العَفاريتُ
How lovely we are! We are at play, and our night—
With the blossoms of its stars, the demons are pelted.
وقَدْ تَضايَقَ في السُّكْرِ العِناقُ بِنا
كَما تَضايَقَ في النَّظْمِ اليَواقيتُ
And in drunkenness the embrace has grown tight around us,
Just as rubies crowd together when strung.
Sol 6.1