غَدا بِها صَفراءَ كَرخِيَّةً

غَدا بِها صَفراءَ كَرخِيَّةً

كَأَنَّها في كَأسِها تَتَّقِد

كَأَنَّها في كَأسِها تَتَّقِد

In the morning he brought golden wine from Karkh,

Tomorrow she will be yellow like an autumn leaf

as though it were ablaze within its cup.

As if a flame burns within her glass

وَتَحسِبُ الماءَ زُجاجاً جَرى

وَتَحسِبُ الماءَ زُجاجاً جَرى

وَتَحسَبُ الأَقداحَ ماءً جَمَد

وَتَحسَبُ الأَقداحَ ماءً جَمَد

And you would think the water flowing glass,

And she mistakes water for flowing glass

and think the goblets water frozen solid.

And frozen water for glasses