أرسلت أشكو إليكم غداة ظمئي
وما شككت بأني سوف أغتبقُ
I sent word to you, complaining on the morning of my thirst,
And never doubted that I would drink wine that evening.
فقد كتبت إلى أن خانني قلمي
وقد ترددت حتى ملني الطرق
For I have written until my pen betrayed me,
And have come and gone until the roads grew weary of me.
أنت امرؤ جوده غمر ونائله
همر ووبل نداه مسبل غدق
You are a man whose generosity is a flood, whose bounty
Pours forth, and whose rain of largesse falls abundantly.
فابعث إليّ بصفو الراح يشبهه
مني قريض ومنك العرف والخلق
So send me pure wine, which is matched
By my verse, and by your kindness and good character.
Sol 6.1