1. The flush of youth still plays upon his cheek,
The amulet of joy lies on his brow,

2. Luxuriant living makes his face glow red,
Corrupting his innocent nature.

3. He lowers his languid lids over his eyes,
Warily guarding his heart from his boon companion.

4. He sways as he walks, graceful and lithe
In the perfection of his form.

5. The bottle has wounded his hand -
There you can see the scars from those revels.

6. He is the traveller who has come to us
From the flasks of the choicest wine of Khartoum,

7. The daughter of generosity, whom the generous man
Has granted freedom, a delicate slip of a girl.

8. She joins the roebuck and the oryx
As they race over the barren land,

9. And a companion whose ransom I would pay
With any ransom - his face invites all pleasures.

10. He poured into my cup till it overflowed
With a mature vintage, sealed wine.