1. With swaying head intoxicated, I reproved him,
And bade Lamees farewell, stern warrior's farewell.

2. He roused himself that he might understand me
And said, "Thou speakest well, though not eloquently."

3. Scarce had he, or not at all, come to his senses,
While still his soul was in a sea of drunkenness tossing.

4. I said to my healer, "Tell me the cause, for many a gallant lad
Have I made senseless with the intoxication of pleasure."

5. Of the daughter of the vine whose chalice retains a fragrance
That tells him who has tasted it the smell of apples.

6. An old man doting on a damsel in the wantonness of youth
In the garb of a fair slave at play.

7. Till when the night spreads over the dawn its skirt,
Like one who shows his face from amid shadows,

8. I roused my boon companions, faithful to their bond,
After outpourings from cups and flagons.

9. And he said, "Give me to drink and drink thou, and sing to us,
O litter strawn with goblets and diches."

10. No second time or part of a third
Did he awake ere he spun round and the punter sent to the pitcher.