1. My boon companion, pass round the wine,
Pour a cup now to the right or left.

2. When they clash the cups glittering,
With water pure it glows like light and fire.

3. From my birth its nature took
A draught for Jew and Nazarene.

4. God gave the zealotry to drink and tended
The weak ones through its dearth.

5. A speaking-trumpet, if you wish it sing,
Hail to the dwellings and the ruins!

6. It rose a full moon, then did dash
A torrent's eddies into sparkling spray.

7. If I flirt with it or it flirts with me,
I think of Farazdaq and Nowarra.

8. And when it chides me for my grey hairs,
Though it has seen composure and dignity,

9. Grey hair men do not think a defect
If their night returns again to day.

10. But in the young there are frivolities
For him who loves the maidens and the chaste.