1. O Lord of the assembly of youths whose minaret ascended for it
And the night detained in the garb of darkness

2. For drinking pure from the breast of a faded
Her eyes are covered with regret's glitter

3. As if her appearance and the water hitting her
Is the brocade of a singing girl or the embroidery of desire

4. She gets accustomed to playfulness in the palm of an early riser
From the wine of vine or from the wine of Sowra

5. As if the gurgling of the flask amongst them
Is the return of flutes or the refrain of separation

6. Until when it wandered amongst the people and spread
Their eyes swooned from it in slumber

7. I asked its seller, how much is for its presser?
He said, it falls short of this enumeration

8. I was told that my grandfather Adam chose it
From the hoard of Adam or from Eve's hoard

9. Whoever frequents its tavern still delays
Until it came to me and it was my hoard of death

10. While we were between gardens, the violet's breeze blew on us
Not the stink of armpits

11. An effeminate man in his manners, vulgar
Monopolizes the eye in the admirer's lane

12. Corpulent, ample buttocks, with crookedness
As if there is henna dye on his palms

13. He broke the hairdo and straightened it
Above the forehead and tilted the temple with inclination

14. His eyes distribute illness in their sockets
And perhaps benefit from the virulence of illness

15. I drink pure from his eyes, one draft
And I drink another with my boon companions

16. One blamed me in ignorance, so I said to him
I am engrossed with my Master and your life