1. Shall I make my way to the convent of virgins for a visit
Before death, a path leads to the convent

2. Shall I wander intoxicated in the Suq Al-Qadisiyyah
To indulge myself, while the breeze is languid

3. Shall I pause awhile in the taverns of Al-Matirah
To watch the jars brought out, full to the brim

4. To youths whom separation has not divided
United, their motto when morn appears

5. The bell has sounded after its silence
A priest has lit a candle, its wick alight

6. Seeking to stand up to alcohol, so he claims
Yet addiction makes him waver, about to fall

7. He sings though sobriety's reasons aid him
So his words have no match, no equal

8. Shall I make my way to smell the Khuzama and stop to see
The taverns before death, a path to take

9. He sang and sang as he touched his glass
Tears streamed down both his cheeks

10. He will forget me and our affection
And find after me another friend

11. May God water a life without attachment
To worries or denial of requests

12. By your life, I cannot endure patience for his loss
All patience but His is ugly