1. I'm blamed for what's not my way,
And your blaming wine's not right.

2. Don't blame my love, my dear,
Our blame would just prolong.

3. We both claim knowledge of wine;
Let me be quiet, you be tight.

4. Is not my steed a slave boy's rag?
My camel bags are drinking mugs.

5. When grapes give freely of their wine,
My fair face is their drinking cup.

6. I fear not what nights have in store,
No matter what the slanderer's said.

7. And she whose eyes incline to me
Sends glances that bear messages.

8. I turned the cup from him when he sang,
His tongue made heavy by the wine.

9. Leave me, the Pleiades have risen high,
My night has spread its wings, farewell!