1. Come, for our cups have cooled
And are ready for drinking

2. Our roses are scented with musk
And our apples perfumed with water

3. Our fair boys have returned to us blonde
And our sadness has led us to revelry

4. We are in a tumultuous sea
Where our spirits float

5. Regretful, for our jesters have turned
From wit to moralizing

6. Our dreams seem heavy when weighed
Yet our souls seem light when judged

7. Our oaths are dyed red with wine
And our spears stained with blood

8. We are like glorious Hashimite warriors
When cares turn to joys

9. Our chief grants all requests
While our swords spill blood

10. O Hamd, if the turns of fate
Darken our torch

11. Those who reviled will praise you
And flatterers draw near