أَتانِيَ وَالإِصباحُ يَنهَضُ في الدُجى

أَتانِيَ وَالإِصباحُ يَنهَضُ في الدُجى

بِصَفراءَ لَم تُفسَد بِطَبخٍ وَإِحراقِ

بِصَفراءَ لَم تُفسَد بِطَبخٍ وَإِحراقِ

He came to me as daybreak rose in the darkness,

The dawn was rising midst the gloom when you appeared

With golden wine, unspoiled by cooking and burning.

With saffron-tinted wine that cooking never marred;

فَناوَلَنيها وَالثُرَيّا كَأَنَّها

فَناوَلَنيها وَالثُرَيّا كَأَنَّها

جِنى نَرجِسٍ حَيّا النَدامى بِها الساقي

جِنى نَرجِسٍ حَيّا النَدامى بِها الساقي

Then he handed it to me, while the Pleiades seemed like

You proffered it as though it were the juice distilled

Fresh-picked narcissus with which the cupbearer greeted the drinking companions.

From narcissi - its limpid brightness stirred the pourer's heart.