1. فأَرعى تَحتَ حاشِيَةِ الدَياجي

    شَقائِقَ وَجنَةٍ سُقِيَت مُداما

    So I graze beneath the hem of night

    on the anemones of a cheek watered with wine.

  2. إِذا كَرَّت لَواحِظُ مُقلَتَيهِ

    حَسِبتَ قُلوبَنا مُطِرَت سِهاما

    When the glances of his eyes charge,

    you would think our hearts were showered with arrows.

  3. وَإِن مالَت بِعَطفَيهِ شَمولٌ

    سَقانا مِن شَمائِلِهِ سِقاما

    And if wine sets his flanks swaying,

    he gives us sickness to drink from his charms.