1. Rise, let us depart, though the gallant youth is turned to stone,
Yet he remains a captive of events and spears.

2. Rise, let us depart, for time is ever-changing,
It destroyed the stout Lukaym and the tribe of Hirmas.

3. Today there is care, though tomorrow brings news,
For time gives now bounty, and now despair.

4. Drink then, keeping pace with the turns of time,
For grief accompanies not the cup's loud clink.