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Wallowing in decadent darkness, without care

متخمط في غمرة متهتك

1. Wallowing in decadent darkness, without care
For which path he takes in life's tangled snare,

١. مُتَخَمِّطٌ في غَمرَةٍ مُتَهَتِّكُ
ما إِن يُبالي أَيَّ وَجهٍ يَسلُكُ

2. Shame enough your reason weeps constantly
While your face laughs on in mockery,

٢. يَكفيكَ خِزياً أَنَّ عَقلَكَ دائِباً
يَبكي عَلَيكَ وَأَنَّ وَجهَكَ يَضحَكُ

3. Do not destroy yourself with cups of wine
For they in turn will come to destroy you in time,

٣. لا تَفتِكَنَّ عَلى الكُؤوسِ بِشُربِها
فَهِيَ الَّتي إِن مُتَّ قَبلَكَ تَفتِكُ

4. How often you take them as boon companions all night
While they slowly take from you more than you can fight,

٤. كَم بِتَّ تَأخُذُها وَباتَ مُنادِمٌ
لَكَ وَهوَ يَأخُذُ مِنكَ ما لا يَترُكُ

5. I withhold from you for your crimes are so immense,
And so too when judges are mentioned, withhold and be silent.

٥. أَصبَحتُ عَنكَ لِعُظمِ جُرمِكَ مُمسِكاً
وَكَذا إِذا ذُكِرَ القُضاةُ فَأَمسِكوا