1. If you blame me, then walk
Toward the meadow, do not deviate

2. Do not ask about all that I have
And look at my generosity and goodness

3. And horsemen like the full moons
In battle, stalwart men

4. Who have girded their white swords
In every decisive fight

5. They have taken control and wrapped themselves
For wrapping is for the warrior

6. And on the concealed steeds
Are horsemen like eagles

7. They wait like black lions
Who did not wait in falsehood

8. They emerge from the midst of
The dust, satisfied with abundant bounty

9. I have delighted my eye with those
Knights of sweet fragrance

10. And when the winds blow
On the sides of the fragile abode

11. They snatch my hands
To the vessel’s lip or my drinking-horn

12. And I have truly drunk from the wine-skins
Both small and large

13. And I have drunk wine with the
Mares and stallions

14. And I have drunk wine with the
Hale slave and prisoner

15. So when I become sober, I am
The lord of loss and destruction

16. And when I wake, I am
The lord of folly and camel