1. Leave me be from the talk of Zayd and Amr,
And take me, my friend, to the wine.

2. And serve me coffee when the darkness
Reveals the pillars of dawn.

3. I am the son of a generous man. When I stay the night with her,
I keep vigil until dawn, repenting my sin.

4. So pour for me in the silver cup
The whiteness from its melted pearls.

5. Then say to him who blames her:
Leave me be, O moralist, and blame yourself!

6. When I am lost in sin and vice
Will you attack me while asleep in my grave?

7. I swear I will pull my reins away from her to death
So leave my faults and cease your rebukes!

8. I am content to meet God alone
With the zeal between my dawn and sunset.

9. So pour it in her cup and serve it to me
On Laylat Al-Qadr or the ten nights.

10. From the hands of the languid and delicate waisted one
With the supple waist and heavy hips.

11. You would think the cup in her hand
Was a sun rising in the disc of the moon.

12. There is no life but to stay the night intoxicated
Between lute and flute and singing voices.

13. In green gardens where the white wine flows
With sweet fruits in red cups.

14. Between orchards where branches are swaying
With tender leaves when the morning breeze blows.

15. Whenever Shad plucks the strings,
His tunes are answered by my singing.