1. With sincere regrets, nay it brings more mirth
Than sincerity, whose flattery was not mingled with pretense

2. Bearing whatever you have loaded me with, not constrained
With ample space for the noble’s tightfistedness

3. He called me over and granted me from his soul’s daughter
His perfect affection and made me partner in his wealth

4. So I said to him the morn beholds no wakefulness—
I ransom you from me, oh boon companion, and not from you

5. Hasten the remnants of night, let its intoxication reach you
Relate to whoever the morn encounters you about me

6. So the cupbearer gifted us when we were ready to depart
With a drink of wine having bubbles along its side

7. The stash of Noah in the time he collected
And admitted into the ark when he boarded the ark

8. When we straightened it to pour it began
To drip its spittle and its exquisite taste

9. As if the palms of the people and the instrument
In which they manage its affair were perfumed with musk

10. The light of sun had not appeared before we saw ourselves
Saying to the impact of intoxication settled in our sleeves, “enough!”

11. You see with us what angers God altogether
Of work that ruins the vigorous man except blasphemy