1. May God prolong your life, O son of Amr,
A life of thirty thousand eagles,

2. Your face in the morning is sunny,
And you at night are full-moonlike.

3. My Master, this day is a joyous one,
Nobler to me than a thousand months,

4. On which I vowed, if we meet,
To drink till dawn after tipsiness,

5. With a singing-girl who wants none but me,
So she comes to me without coyness.

6. I reckon, though he's tall, he's shorter
Than her clitoris by a span.

7. The wool of her hair is a inkpot
Which she kneads with her urine into ink.

8. So what is your view, is this one
Upright enough for me to keep my vow?