1. People said, leave me from their words
And I do not care what the rumor mongers say

2. For no matter how skilled the lute player is
The lute cannot match the melody of the rebab

3. And spending a drunken night
Among the wine cups and regrets brings no shame

4. Among the wine cups my life is not wasted
Nor is guidance constrained by morals

5. And the devout see no harm in being with me
And drinking a cup of cognac

6. For freedom does not mean standing on
The brink, but being swept away