1. The drunkard closed his eyes
To the wine cup, fearing reproach

2. From boon companions.
He pretended to sip the wine,

3. Lifting the cup with languid eyes,
With slow, weak hands.

4.
His eyes and head promised us

5. That he would drink.
If you are called Abbas,

6. You are no Abbas!
You are no man of generosity,

7. Rather an Abbas of meanness.
You deserve distinction,

8. Father of distinction above all mankind!