1. He blames me for drinking wine
If only he would taste it

2. He would be obsessed with it until he disappears into his grave
So leave it alone or praise it, for we love it

3. Plainly, as your Lord allured you with abandonment
Why do you blame wine when wine is named for its effect?

4. It comforts a man from his worries at the end of time
So blame me, for blaming it only increases

5. My passion for it - blame incites desire
By God, if you drank it truthfully

6. You would stop blaming me and incline toward excusing me
If you wish, try it and taste its vintage -

7. It has a bouquet like musk, praised in words
If you have not removed your chastity belt, good fortune to you

8. And say to me "May God spare you" out of inability to be immersed
I accepted the blame for drinking it in the morning

9. A full moon - but I turned away from the full moon
I reckoned drinking companions whose faces

10. Are dinars in calamities and troubled times
So spare me your blame for it

11. I was created shameless, not softening to force
I give generously and voluntary offerings

12. I become oblivious with it in ease and hardship
I drink it until I wander off intoxicated

13. Aged, amber-colored, sweet smelling
And were it not forbidden I would not live an hour sober

14. But I forbade myself from abandonment
I shortened my over-indulgence in it after persistence

15. And a secret love for it, openly and privately
It is fitting for the likes of me to refrain from naughtiness