ومُدامَةٍ لبست غِلالةَ نرجسٍ

وتنفّست في الكاس أَيّ تنفُّسِ

A beauty donned a narcissus garment

And breathed into the goblet with any breath

باكرتها والوردُ يوقظُهُ النَّدى

وَتَبلُّ خَدّيه عيون النّرجسِ

I woke her while the roses were awakened by the dew

And her cheeks were moistened by narcissus eyes

والشمسُ تنظُرُ من وراءِ غَمامةٍ

لَبِست من الكافور أحسنَ ملبَسِ

The sun was looking from behind a cloud

Dressed in camphor, in the finest dress

نبّهتُها بيد المِزاجِ فأَصبحت

ترنو إلي بأعينٍ لم تَنعَسِ

I woke her with a wave of my hand, so she began

To glance at me with eyes that did not sleep

وتورّدت حَتّى توقّدَ كَأسُها

فحسبتُها في الكفِّ جذوة مقبس

She blushed until her cup was lit

So I reckoned it in the palm a burning coal