1. My hut has now become a monastery
Today there is no revelry or clamor

2. Nor drinking companions, for they are gone
No longer are cups of wine imbibed

3. No songs or musicians to hear
Only absolute stillness prevails

4. When they don their veils before Him
How excellent were nights of delightful frolic!

5. O Hibr, days of harmony and calm
When trafficking in breasts and anklets

6. Was not in vogue, O Hibr
Your love is still as I knew it

7. Though they changed the ciphertext
O Hibr, it is too short, she is bereft

8. Of curtains, beds, and pillows
And he who dares to reach

9. For her wheat-stalk will miss his finger
May God not bless the wine-cup

10. Or him who passed it or proffered it
You spoke true, time has shaken it

11. And people have lost esteem for it
Such is this world, so let him who can

12. Protect himself from its harm, do so!