1. The days have taken my youth away,
And youth has bid farewell and passed.

2. My rambling thoughts have ceased,
And fantasies no longer last.

3. The wise imam has warned me against
The folly of drunkenness,

4. So to the drinkers I've turned my back
And he's stood firm between them and me.

5. Though branches of wild plum tempt me to drink
With their blossoms, full and bright,

6. A wonder that eyes they rob and lips
Seek kissing them and holding them tight.

7. And yet I regret that in my youth and beauty
I've wasted what souls so noble prize

8. Between their cups, brief talk, no more
Than magic, and all else but lies.

9. A song that hastens the soul's relief
But makes the branches sigh like a dove.

10. It's as though the drinkers and the remorseful
Were boon companions joined in love.