1. What day ascending have I not seen in it
Generous men, flowing-robed,

2. Bestowing without asking,
Giving without request,

3. God apportioned their day to glories
Between striking with blades and striking necks.

4. I came visiting, and he had mounted eminence,
The stars beneath him in the dust,

5. With meanings I stole from his loftiness,
As though I read them from a book,

6. So his glances gestured at my sins,
As though I heard the sermon's judgment.

7. Then I kissed the back of his hand,
As though kissing the cheek of a cloud.

8. O generous one, our spirits are from his gifts,
And our minds from the perspicacious.

9. These cares strike us
Like your palms in resolute peace.

10. So give us to drink the rain of wine, your pouring
Toward hopes and dwellings.

11. Like Indian aloes as though wearing
Armour of interlaced mail.

12. Ashamed before their beauty, she came to us
In a rose-colored gown and veil.

13. She bestows wealth on the poor and invades
Their drinking in the hosts of perturbation.

14. She stole the beauty of her nature from your
Generous character and pleasing manners.

15. She is in the clouds, tribulation, and in the wind
A breeze, and in wine, delight.

16. God created Saʿd, the day He created man,
For the cup, conviviality, and rapture.

17. The world has no claim on him, while in his eyes
It is lower than its lying affection.

18. We wronged him in asking, for we
Did not ask him to mend the rending of youth.