1. A Saturday of plenty, and we have enough to indulge
Food aplenty, and roses are near at hand

2. We have a gathering by the river, so come
A spacious, relaxing spot to soothe hearts

3. Endless drinks bring you close to her you love
Though the beloved may have spurned you

4. So come Muhammad ibn Yazid
In seclusion where no watchman can see you

5. We will banish cares with a morning of joy
In pastures that dispel sorrows

6. For in comfort there’s respite from love’s ardour
And my heart is inclined to the man of letters

7. Let not my greying hair stop you
For youthfulness has not been marred by greying