1. Make the most of your youth before old age and disgrace,
And pass around the cup of morning wine for celebration,

2. Coffee that has always been hidden and veiled
Like the privacy of chaste women in the evening after turmoil,

3. It has remained sedated by time for ages
Protected in the bosom of a liquor shop,

4. From the depths of a belly with a leg without a foot
Fastened to an enormously fat body,

5. The creation is made of dregs that line it
And the back above it is made of fragile clay,

6. It contains a pure liquid like the eye of a rooster
With the scent of musk of two abodes wherein lies the aroma of the cave,

7. O Lord of a night in which we knocked on the door of its companion
With youths like the free stars of the night,

8. So he got up searching for comfort in the darkness
Seeking an image in the fold of curtains,

9. Some of them said when they saw the wonder
In the cup glowing under the darkness:

10. “It’s the sun of daytime, what is the time of its rising?”,
And some said: “It’s a light from the fire.”

11. Until when the little cups were passed around
Among the short-statured or the accessorized,

12. She came with a radiance by which the elite are gifted
If one gets lost in the darkness from his path.

13. As if it was shaken by the touch of water and alarmed,
And the water got alarmed by its resemblance to mercury,

14. In the hippodrome of melodies a soul followed by sorrows,
An eager person startled by someone’s neighing,

15. And the cup held by someone lest it gets startled, so
It does not stop pouring in and pouring out,

16. The bride of narcotics made of ruby we drink her
Who hides moons under her mark,

17. She seems suspended to us until when blended,
Mixing embellished her with scattered pearls,

18. As if it is ice around the neck, neatly arranged
Without wire nor fastened with nails,

19. And a necklace from the lively, arousing concubines
With varying melodious rhythms of strings,

20. Among the bass, the octave and its double,
And that was not devoid of sounds of strings,

21. Fastened to a body without spirit like creation
But made by a skillful carpenter,

22. He came across it in a swoon so he chose the finest parts
And kept tilting cuts towards it with a saw,

23. Obliquely headed like a lamp, magic made it
Not touched by the intricacy of a magician,

24. Its keys were completed so that its creation was perfected
Fingers moved by the articulation of a neighbor,

25. Its echo tells of the majestic voice when languages spoke
Through the drum and guitar.

26. That’s how we were before the descent of old age,
But we hope for the forgiveness of the Forgiver.