1. قَد حَما غُصنَ النَقا أُسُدُه

    ريقُهُ عَذبٌ وَمَن يَرِدُه

    His lions have guarded the branch of the dune.

    His saliva is sweet—and who can drink of it?

  2. مَشرَبٌ طابَت مَشارِعُهُ

    جامِداً في خَمرَةٍ بَرَدُه

    A drinking-place whose approaches are delightful,

    Its hailstones frozen in wine.

  3. هُوَ سُقمي حينَ أَفقِدُه

    وَشِفاءُ السُقمِ لَو أَجِدُه

    He is my sickness when I lose him,

    And the cure for sickness, if I could find him.