1. O my companions, this is not a feast, but a mourning assembly
So fill up the cups, if you want my torment

2. Drink up the wine, O regrets, congratulations!
And leave me to sense the bitterness of patience

3. For if they tune the strings, it will torment my heart
And drinking cups will stir up sorrow

4. O friends of my youth, leave me be, for it is futile
The wick of my blame is enough for me

5. I am a soul that laments at times over the land
And at times over the backs of clouds

6. In this life I am a stranger
A miserable wanderer lost in the fog

7. In love, O friends, I am wretched
Happy, and my joy and depression

8. I am sleepless, O how miserable is my fate!
I am awake, O how prolonged is my lamentation

9. I am confused by my heart and soul
I am perplexed, O wise ones

10. I am drunk though I have not drunk wine
So ask me, and listen to my answer

11. O friends, do not dig me a grave if I die
Longing, in the wilderness of ruins

12. Dig me a grave on the seashore
Perhaps the waves will weep for my youth

13. And bury me between rocks, maybe it will calm
My discontent and restlessness

14. O rocks of the shore, for God's sake, if
My beloved ones pass by my tomb here

15. Tell them of the worries I faced
And various pains and afflictions

16. It saddened them that I lived my youth composing
Delicate, tormenting poems

17. And I am a poet, created to sing
Not to recite the Quran in prayer niches

18. Is love and amorousness a sin?
Alas, wasted wishes and desires!

19. So let me die for their cause, gentle and eye-catching
Perhaps I will find peace under the soil

20. O beautiful summer nights, you have passed
Where is my youth, and where is our love play?

21. Where is the daughter of the vineyards? Where is my beloved?
Where is my cup? Where are my companions?

22. How I justified myself with wishes! Does a mirage's glitter
Quench the thirst of the thirsty?

23. Ask the sand, rocks and sea waves about me
O fate of the dwellers of ruins

24. I have crushed, despite myself, O shepherd
Oh my sorrow, for I have closed my book

25. Then after that, I broke my lyre
And left none of my cups

26. O my companions, alas, the fox has become a lion
And frightened are the beasts of the forests

27. The hissing snake has become a lamb
Submissive, despite its pride, to the dogs

28. And my mockery is over when
The crows make the plains their theater

29. The wing of life avoids me
And my steed is tired in the racetrack

30. O my companions, time has raised the slave
To the summit of agony

31. After it chased the best heads away
And the field was crowded with riffraff