وشَمولٍ أرقَّها الدهر حتى

وشَمولٍ أرقَّها الدهر حتى

ما تَوارى قَذَاتُها بلبوس

ما تَوارى قَذَاتُها بلبوس

And wine that time has made so delicate that

With such perfection created by time

No covering conceals its mote;

That even its blemishes are concealed in beauty's gown

وردةِ اللون في خدود الندَامى

وردةِ اللون في خدود الندَامى

هي صفراء في خدود الكؤوس

هي صفراء في خدود الكؤوس

Rose-red in the cheeks of the drinking companions,

The rose hue on the cheeks of damsels

It is yellow in the cheeks of the cups.

Is yellow on the rims of cups

سهلة في الحلوق لا غَوْل فيها

سهلة في الحلوق لا غَوْل فيها

وهي خشناء صعبة في الرؤوس

وهي خشناء صعبة في الرؤوس

Smooth in the throats, with no harm in it,

Smooth down the throat without deceit

Yet it is rough and unruly in the heads.

Yet harsh and difficult in minds

وكأن الشعاعَ منها على الكف

وكأن الشعاعَ منها على الكف

فِ جِسادٌ على مَداك عروس

فِ جِسادٌ على مَداك عروس

And its radiance upon the palm seems

As if the rays from it on the palm

Like saffron upon a bride’s grinding stone.

Were bodies laying across a bride