1. And who is obsessed with what his fingers contain
Of a chosen cup, untroubled by boredom,

2. But it prevented it from disabling him
Among the regrets, so there are no excuses or reasons.

3. I warned him after sleep overtook him
With a knot of drunkenness, but he was tipsy.

4. So I said, “Take your cup,” but he held back, saying,
“What I am in now is enough for me, O man!”

5. Then drunkenness turned him about and he leaned on it.
So I got up, hastening to him while he stumbled.

6. Wine had crept secretly into his joints,
So he died of drunkenness, but fate took him.

7. I did not stop trying to revive him and lift him up
Off the bosom of the earth while the squills bore him.

8. Until he awoke with the night’s garment torn
And the star Aldebaran rose high and Saturn disappeared.

9. So I said, “Would you like some predawn drink
From the hand of a gentle-eyed one? Life smiles ahead.”

10. Bewildered as the rays of the sun, pure,
Its brightness from its gems surrounds the cup.

11. He said, “Give it here! Let us hear something rhythmic
And bid farewell to Huraireh! The traveling party is leaving.”

12. She sang well, strumming without missing a note
While the cup was in her hand with something moving inside it.

13. Then she turned to a voice, sweetening it,
saying: “We greet you! Surrender, O ruins!”

14. I could not prevent my eye from hastening ahead of it
With my tear, and horses from its militia returned to it.

15. He said, “You have done well. What do you call yourself?”
I said to him: “Sprinkled wine is refined. That is the example.”

16. He flew into rapture with her while the wine seized him
And said: “Give it to me, for you are life and hope!”

17. “The eyes which have ailment in their lids,” she retorted
With a melody that fits it. He was confounded by what came over him,