1. My friend, we left youth and grew mature
If only I knew, will it be like it once was?

2. Alas! Worry prevented our comfort
And the prime of youth parted us

3. May God water the days of innocence
With wine, for God has allowed intoxication

4. And long live the era of Al-Asma'i and Nathira
To Al-Dailami, which left behind between us, song

5. And our night at Al-Burj, from the fortress of Sima'
God has sustained that night, and the tower, and the fortress

6. And the war of Abi Amro and the house of Ibn Tha'lab
So much madness we knew through it, art

7. And a night we stayed up with Al-Qurayti, prolonging
When he stresses the meems in his singing, a melody

8. And Ali's words to the asleep, "Do you know
The buried corpse and the rotting tooth?"

9. The dens of the youth and their playgrounds
Recalling the bliss made us sadder

10. Nights where we don't fear a Turkish raid
Nor do we ask permission to visit friends

11. We'd stay up drinking wine
And set out to remove garments as we were

12. And how many jesters came to us, returning us
But when we refused to budge, they left us

13. Conversations - the words are clear
Explicit, yet few understand the meaning

14. And an inquirer asked us, so we answered his question
With gibberish, neither imparting knowledge nor guess

15. He came to us, so we called the matter far-fetched
So he frowned and we were amused

16. Each reveler explains it to the people
The days grew distant in his absence from us

17. We remembered our loved ones and tears flowed
Leaving no eye or eyelid untouched

18. They left and we remained in misery without them
We visit homes, finding in them no joy