1. It is beautiful to treat the people of literature kindly
Build for us a home in delight and musical rhythm

2. Do you know that worries
Settle on a person's mind like scabies

3. And there is no cure for our pains
Nor recovery from them, like grapes on the vine

4. And keep company with the beautiful singers
If one is resurrected with those one loves

5. And I am in need of coffee
Who can bring me something like molten gold

6. It strengthens the bones and heals illness
And takes away the fatigue of those who drink it

7. When it is mixed with the water of the sky
Wondrous pleasures are born from it

8. So oh you whose affection for me is constant
And I have no turning away from loving you

9. My hangover has not a drop
Say at that, "Oh, how strange!"

10. And you own the drinking cups
So where is the charity-due and this is Rajab?