1. Do not bare your blade against me,
For I have a faint heart towards you.

2. Whether I am alive, blowing the flutes,
Or dead, searching the guts,

3. And when the cups are passed around and circulating,
You are, no doubt, the knight of the arena.

4. My heart has no patience for your trouble,
No, even if it were in the safekeeping of the Merciful.

5. A king, the poet of generosity, you see him
Displaying to us the most delicate of meanings.