Stars Whirling in the Dark

By: Muti‘ ibn Iyas (704–85)

"It was morning in Baghdad, we were carousing,
stirred by a white face and deep-black eyes.

In a house where glasses are akin
to stars whirling in the dark among drinking companions.

Our cupbearer mixed wine or served it pure;
what a wonderful wine when mixed!

Saffron powder was sprinkled over us,
above our heads crowns of golden jasmine.

I was still drinking when sunset arrived,
between melodies of castanets and lute.