1. O bearer of the cup, pass me the glowing cup,
That harbors no sorrow or stinginess in its valley,

2. Unveil with it the cheeks of sorrows from my thoughts,
For with it I have increased many a night its wineskin.

3. I know not when I grasped it in the palm of its bearer,
Did it sweeten the cup or my receiving cheeks?

4. One who reproaches my gray hair while wearing it,
Has he not worn a robe among people like its wearer?

5. He knows not that the grayness of my head is from my thoughts,
No caravan of grayness roamed about in its outskirts.

6. Does not the water of youth in its isolation
Lessen for them a day in every passing era?

7. Annihilation depends not on ephemeral youth,
The fangs in the forearms are richer than its bracelets.

8. And one who reproaches another's making, who has armored himself,
Yet does not heal from diseases his own complainant.

9. I turned away from him like a resolute she-camel, then said:
What is life if my soul inclines not to its revival?

10. Let me attain from my time some of its pleasures,
For I am certain that time will destroy them.

11. How can I delight in the world while I see not,
Except a man stripped of its coverings?

12. It is as if a lump is stuck in its throat,
Or a piece of straw lodged in its resting place.

13. With failed hopes they set out to it,
As if we see not the outcome of its wishes.

14. In the solitude of the abode from those who inhabited it,
Every lesson is for one who sought its shelter.

15. Do not lie, for my heart has no homeland for it,
And I have seen some of its singing girls.

16. How often have I mounted the back of a tall horse,
In which wildcats stray from its path.

17. And crossed a deserted place where beasts deny habitation,
And whose passerby hopes not for the coming of its water.

18. When my feet slackened from its high pursuits,
I rode in it with determination disregarding it.

19. The fears of misfortunes became trivial to me, so
My right hand turns not away from its highest pursuits.

20. As if the world has been warned against my eternity,
Or in my hands there is safety from its nights.

21. And whoever’s soul is not wearied by sorrow,
Will hinder his magnanimous horse in calamity.

22. If you have left most of mankind unsafe for it,
The weakness of the flank's scarcity is enough for it.

23. My soul contends with me in a state too narrow for it,
The expanse of the country, so who can mediate for it?

24. It has called one whose call it barely uttered,
And sought from one who will grant it the greatest.

25. Lessen for me the news of time, for I fear not
A soul that hopes not for what it petitions.

26. Do not seek glory except from its gardens,
So many barren gardens whose diggers are lost.

27. No glory to one disgraced in seeking glory,
The neighbor of fire from distant like its kindlers.

28. It will not give you its plateau out of its spontaneity,
Nor has a foot exerted for you in its pursuits.

29. You have not seized what drooped from its lofty palm tree,
So how can you ascend to what is in its furthest?