1. عِندي طَباهِجَةٌ وَجَديٌ بارِدٌ

    وَمَضيرَةٌ كَالفَضَّةِ البَيضاءِ

    I have fried meat and cold kid meat,

    And sour-milk stew like white silver;

  2. وَنَقانِقٌ ما مِنهُ واحِدَةٌ تُرى

    إِلّا كَمِثلِ البُسرَةِ الحَمراءِ

    And sausages, not one of which is seen

    Except like a red, unripe date;

  3. وَمُطَجَّةٌ عَذبٌ وَفيهِ دَجاجَةٌ

    اِختَرتُها هِندِيَّةَ الآباءِ

    And a delicious muṭajja dish, with a chicken in it,

    Which I chose of Indian ancestry;

  4. وَبَوارِدٌ تَجلو عَلَيهِ سَليقُها

    زُبدِيَّةٌ كَالرَوضَةِ الخَضراءِ

    And cold dishes, their boiled fare displayed

    In a bowl like a green garden;

  5. وَحَواضِرٌ مِن مالِحٍ وَمُخَلَّلِ

    مِما يُوافِقُ صاحِبَ الصَفراءِ

    And ready relishes, salted and pickled,

    Of the kind that suits one troubled by yellow bile;

  6. وَمَدامَةٌ عِنَبِيَّةٌ إِن شَجَّها

    ساقٍ تَكَدَّرُ صَفوُها بِالماءِ

    And grape wine—if it is diluted

    By a cupbearer, water clouds its clarity;

  7. وَبَنَفسَجٌ تَزدادُ زُرقُ ثِيابِهِ

    حُسناً بِبيضِ صَنائِفِ الأَنداءِ

    And violets, whose blue garments grow

    Lovelier with white fringes of dew;

  8. وَمُهَفهَفٌ يَهتَزُّ في حَرَكاتِهِ

    مِثلَ اِهتِزازِ الصَعدَةِ السَمراءِ

    And a slender-waisted man who sways as he moves,

    Like the swaying of a tawny spear.

  9. لَم يولِنا قَطُّ الجَميلُ غِناءَهُ

    إِلّا وَجازَيناهُ بِالإِصغاءِ

    Never did the handsome one offer us his singing

    Without our repaying him with attentive listening.

  10. فَبِرُتبَةِ الأَدَبِ الَّتي أَدرَكتَها

    لا توحِشَنّي مِنكَ يا مَولائي

    So, by the rank in letters that you have attained,

    Do not leave me lonely without you, my lord.