يا حُسْنَها صَفْراءَ ذاتَ تَلَهُّبٍ

يا حُسْنَها صَفْراءَ ذاتَ تَلَهُّبٍ

كَالنّارِ إلاّ أَنَّها لا تَلْفَحُ

كَالنّارِ إلاّ أَنَّها لا تَلْفَحُ

Oh, how lovely it is—yellow, with a fiery glow!

O beautiful blonde, passionately ablaze

Like fire, except that it does not scorch.

Like fire though no sparks she raises

عاطَيْتَنِيها وَالمِزْاجُ يَرُوضُها

عاطَيْتَنِيها وَالمِزْاجُ يَرُوضُها

وَكَأَنَّها فِي الْكَأْسِ طِرْفٌ يَجْمَحُ

وَكَأَنَّها فِي الْكَأْسِ طِرْفٌ يَجْمَحُ

You passed it to me, while the mixing-water tamed it,

You gave her to me, the drink is perfect

And in the cup it seemed a steed running wild.

As if in the glass, a glance that connects

وَتَضَوَّعَتْ مِسْكِيَّةً فَكَأَنَّها

وَتَضَوَّعَتْ مِسْكِيَّةً فَكَأَنَّها

مِنْ نَشْرِ عِرْضِكَ أَوْ ثَنائِكَ تَنْفَحُ

مِنْ نَشْرِ عِرْضِكَ أَوْ ثَنائِكَ تَنْفَحُ

And it gave off a musky fragrance, as though

Her breath is musky, it seems she exhales

It breathed forth the scent of your honor or your praise.

From your hips’ swaying or your praises she inhales