1. O maid of slender waist with wine and draughts of joy,
To you from me - for youthful passion has lost its ploy.

2. In every willowy form that would excite desire
My own proud height suffices me, its freshness to enjoy.

3. I've turned aside from all whose pleasures cloy or tire,
Spurning the rose, the singer, and the cask;

4. Ambition is my mistress; I aspire
To naught but glory, heedless of the ask.

5. In the night's merry-making wine no longer gives me cheer,
Nor do I grieve o’er vanished days and vanished youth,

6. Save for the loss of boon companions once held dear,
True brothers, valiant warriors - mirrors of truth.

7. When their talismans were bound success was swift acquired,
And glory followed them, triumphantly they fared.

8. Their homes exalted to pinnacles of fame aspired,
Muḍar attained through them heights sublime when shared.

9. Among them were so many noble, generous men,
Their brilliance dims the radiance of the moon.

10. To their tribe’s quarters fate sent clouds of brotherhood when
Their open hands were like the gentle rain, a boon.

11. O those were men! whose souls with glory were in tune,
Whose lives uncertainty could never lead astray.

12. Had only fortune let me gain my wishes soon,
I would have shunned the bitter, lonesome, hopeless day.

13. But now my hopes I shall accomplish and convey
With glories that know no constraint and breed no shame.

14. With steady purpose no mischance leads me astray -
Betrayed by neither fate nor humankind's cold game.