1. Turn it around, o cupbearer
Without worry or anguish

2. And bless us, may God bless you
Bless us over a goblet

3. And say to the noble host
Responsible for my select and finest wines

4. That whoever buys my books
And purchases my papers

5. With a worthless coin
That burdens the cupbearer

6. For lessons have ruined me
By my life, beyond measure

7. And students of knowledge made me
A sign of total exhaustion

8. And that the cup, though praised
When I was confined in my horizons

9. And I intended to confront
The turns of my days with my throat

10. Turn it around, do not pour turbulence
Spray and horizons

11. And no dangling of refuge
On fabricated walls

12. For it neither harms my reputation
Nor does it hurt my composure

13. Their talk about me is yeast
Or a bazaar merchant's cubit

14. And they are somewhere between spy
And perpetrator and thief

15. And two-faced, his hypocrisy exhausted me
At the highest degree, o cupbearer

16. Turn it around, o cupbearer
Turn it around, o cupbearer

17. For it neither harms my reputation
Nor does it hurt my composure

18. Their great talk about me
Is in vainglory and exaggeration

19. The words of a drunken poet
Do not call for my worry

20. And don't pay attention to gibberish
And don't care for nonsense

21. And tell Al-Hamza the Arab
Do not overburden me

22. For however much the wine overflowed
The skin of an arrogant snob