1. O Eid, you have returned, but where is the garden and the lute?
Where is my soul's yearning and where is rest and joy?

2. Rather, where are the loves of my heart and our promises?
In what state have you returned, O Eid?

3. With what has passed or for some new matter found in you?
My heart is captive while the Master of the house is with them.

4. Cunning and sorrow have come between me and them.
Where are the sympathizers? The cup has overflowed, where are they?

5. As for the loved ones, the wilderness lies between me and them.
If only the wilderness were before you, and woe before it.

6. Alas! Your two cups have doubled my sorrows!
How different, how different between me and you two!

7. So tell me by Allah's right, O you two,
O cupbearers, is the wine fermented in your cups?

8. Or is there worry and grief in your cups?
Oh what misery! Neither the strings delight me

9. with their music, nor the melodies comfort me.
So O consolers, which of you will inform me?

10. I am bereaved, nothing stirs me,
Not this wine nor those songs.

11. Yesterday the fruits of union were near at hand,
And today, to my misfortune, they are far removed.

12. My life passed fruitlessly, no wish attained.
When I wanted a full cup of pure wine,

13. I found it, but the beloved was lost.
My day is as my yesterday, and my yesterday as before,

14. O Time, enough! I have tasted much bitterness, give no more!
And O friends, forgive me if I let my hand fall from yours,

15. Time has left nothing of my heart or liver,
That an eye might moisten or a bosom warm.

16. So I complained, but found none
To listen, so I weep, but do tears echo?

17. I lived seeking neither money nor children,
I was a grape keeper whose hand stored nothing.

18. Yet I was rich and my wealth was our promises.
I lived among people whose promises

19. Could not assuage my bitterness, nor their covenants make me happy.
Blind greed led them,

20. Generosity in men is in their hands and giving,
Not in their tongues, so they were neither generous nor giving.