مَا أَلْذُّ شُرْبَهَا مَعَ نَغْمَةِ الأَلْحَانِ
فِي كَفِّ غَانِيَةٍ تَحْكِي ضِيَاءَ الْمَجَانِ
How delightful it is to drink it with melodies, in the hand of a beauty whose light rivals the moon.
المصدر · Source: Jim Colville: Poems of Wine and Revelry (2005)