1. وَشادِنٍ طافَ بِمَشمولَةٍ

    لَو ذاقَها سَكرانُ هَمٍّ صَحا

    And a young gazelle made the rounds with chilled wine;

    had one drunk with grief tasted it, he would have sobered.

  2. فَخِلتُهُ وَالكَأسُ في كَفِّهِ

    بَدرَ الدُجى تَحمِلُ شَمسَ الضُحى

    So I imagined him, with the cup in his palm,

    as the full moon of night bearing the midmorning sun.