1. I love singing, sipping wine
And chatting with beautiful ladies into the night

2. As the singing girls play their tunes
On Yemeni lutes before dawn has broken

3. When morning comes I revel in tilting goblets
And racing on nimble steeds

4. At noon we spar at jousting
Girding up our robes when stirred

5. When evening falls more pleasures unfold
As I slay the enemy with remembered glories

6. Ensorcelled am I by a beauty's visage
Like the moon's disk shining bright

7. With noble steed and cheeks so fair
As polished sword perplexing sight