1. Our lord, O early rising lad
Serve the wine cup to me without delay

2. The next day, to entertainment and fun
As if the modest, lively, young girl

3. For love of her, I felt no loss
Folded, in the night, widespread

4. I have not tasted of her except her kisses
And the embrace of her cascading branches

5. She rebuked me, so I died of separation
Oh her beauty in consent and refusal

6. Then the veil of her veil inclined toward us
Through that intoxicating, redolent hair

7. On a night that leaned toward me
Like a new moon, turbanned

8. So I steered her planet to a moon
Whose clothes are veiled in chastity

9. Urge the steps of the wine bearer toward me
Twelve, twenty-two, thirty-two

10. Though people mention their rising
My mind has forgotten

11. My knowledge of right - exalted knowledge
Praiseworthy, whether you know the unknown

12. Oh, the wonder of my wicked father and his
Putrid brain inside a rubbish heap

13. Bearing a head which tools recoil from
And solid rocks avoid

14. If plodding mules ascended his body
They would stretch out paralyzed legs

15. A thousand catapults could not help him
Rising and falling again without effect

16. Look at the place of his skull blade
That rough, coarse plate

17. If you took the hammers to it intensely
With the skilled hand's artistry

18. Then the fists of his skull would go
Shattered, and the tools smashed

19. How many happy times you have ruined
And how much good living you have embittered

20. And how many, when they see you death's angel
Clench their fingers in lament

21. And how many curses upon you, and how many
Vile, notorious mothers' stones are cast

22. Noble woman, whom you toyed with
And gained through the most evil treacheries

23. Stop at his luggage, you will see wonders
Describing the curiosities of Basra

24. O every loathsome star and every
Hour of ill luck and hardship

25. Glory to Him who holds up the sky over
The earth in which your foul morals exist