1. May God never destroy the tavern of Sos and Sosa
Nor a day of gathering in the tavern of Sos frequented

2. How I wish for a tavern in Karkh that would bring us together
Where we obey Iblis by drinking wine

3. Relaxed, glowing, pure red wine
Freed by the landlord in Karkh for Fadus

4. The hypocrite of religion, his beards have grayed
People call him a priest and a reverend

5. Until when her flagons are arranged humbly
Red wine that takes away your worries and distress

6. I wrested it from the rosy-cheeked, well-balanced one
Who relates in his delight the tale of Balqis to people

7. A little beardless lad in his youth
Who has not been nurtured, by God, in Marw or Tus