تَقولُ يا شَيِخُ أَما تَستَحي

مِن شُربِكَ الخمرَ عَلى المَكبَرِ

You say, "O sheikh, are you not ashamed

To drink wine in your old age?"

فَقُلتُ لَو باكَرتِ مَشمُولَةً

صَهبا كَلَونِ الفَرَسِ الأَشقَرِ

I said, "If the cup of wine appeared to me

At dawn, the color of a blond steed,

رُحتِ وَفي رِجلَيكِ عُقّالَةٌ

وَقَد بَدا هَنكِ مِنَ المِئزَرِ

I would drink it with shackles on my legs

As my shame has already appeared from under my robe."