1. O son of the noble forefathers,
The first of the predecessors in generosity,

2. The first to battle
And the last in seizing the spoils,

3. Look upon the flower of the meadow,
Blossoming as if the bloom of bliss,

4. And the garden embroidered and adorned
By the coolness of its breeze like clasped clouds.

5. The crescent appeared like a silver boat
Upon the sea, afloat,

6. So rise to drink the wine
And heed not the blamer in comfort.

7. For our companion, heavy with liquor,
Is the most melodious, tender-eyed singer.

8. No headband has he fastened
Except that it was bound with purpose.