1. My lover blamed me, though I was not to blame for my misguidance,
Oh, how I wish that stinginess and withholding were a worse evil!

2. I gave her my heart, so do not seek my blood,
She owes me no redemption or murder.

3. I have not seen the like of blamers in passion,
I have left them to their own devices and tended my own,

4. My friend, go around with wine and take the initiative,
The rest of my life, and peace be upon the likes of me,

5. Behold, it is my body to the soul of one who rides freely,
One day it must be stripped of its trappings,

6. And O' you who blame me, why not be busy with one who listens
As I am busy with my cup, heedless of blame?