1. We mix wine with water in
Earthenware cups, its bubbles frothing

2. With figures that cannot hear
The caller nor speak

3. On statues of the Banu Babak
There is a moat between them

4. As though they and the wine above them
Are regiments drowning in a swamp

5. This description is of no described abode
A fool wanders among its ruins

6. And Shadin who swore to me a false oath
His perfidy and work were most wretched

7. I waited for him a month at the appointed time
He would lie to me there and not tell the truth

8. Until when I had exhausted his excuses
With patience he said to me, “let's part”

9. So I said “Do not part, my lord
The likes of me do not split from the likes of you”