1. وَقَهوَةٍ صَفراءَ مِثلَ الوَرسِ

    قَد حُبِسَت في الدُنِّ أَيَّ حَبسِ

    And a yellow wine, like wars dye,

    Confined in the wine jar—what a confinement!

  2. أُصبِحُ أُسقى كَأسَها وَأُمسي

    في قَمَرٍ كَأَنَّهُ اِبنُ شَمسِ

    Morning and evening I am served its cup,

    In a moon, as though it were a son of the sun;

  3. يَومِيَ مِنها أَبَداً كَأَمسي

    With it, my today is forever like my yesterday.