بِعُمرِ كَسكَرَ طابَ اللَهوُ وَالطَرَبُ

وَاليادَكاراتُ وَالأَدوارُ وَالنُجُبُ

With the passing of youth, revelry and joy declined,

As did memories, cycles, nobles, and the elite.

وَفِتيَةٌ بَذَلوا لِلكَأسِ أَنفُسَهُم

وَأَوجَبوا لِرَضيعِ الكَأسِ ما يَجِبُ

Young men who surrendered themselves to the chalice,

And fulfilled what the infant of the goblet was owed.

وَأَنفَقوا في سَبيلِ القَصفِ ما وَجَدوا

وَأَنهَبوا ما لَهُم فيها وَما اِكتَسَبوا

They spent in the way of carousing all they had,

Plundering what belonged to them and what they earned.

مُحافِظينَ إِن اِستَنجَدتَهُم دَفَعوا

وَأَسخِياءَ إِنِ اِستَوهَبتَهُم وَهَبوا

Guardians - if you sought their aid they would defend,

And generous - if you asked a gift, they granted.

نادَمتُ مِنهُم كِراماً سادَةً نُجُباً

مُهَذَّبينَ نَمَتهُمُ سادَةٌ نُجُبُ

I reminisced over their nobility and grace,

Well-mannered, from a line of dignified elite.

فَلَم نَزَل في رِياضِ العُمرِ نَعمُرُها

قَصفاً وَتَغمُرُنا اللَذاتُ وَالطَرَبُ

We did not cease to revel in the gardens of life,

With wine flowing as we were indulged in joy.

وَالزَهرُ يَضحَكُ وَالأَنواءُ باكِيَةٌ

وَالنايُ يُسعِدُ وَالأَوتارُ تَصطَخِبُ

The flowers smiled and the breeze wept,

The flute made glad while strings were plucked.

وَالكَأسُ في فَلَكِ اللَذاتِ دائِرَةٌ

تَجري وَنَحنُ لَها في دورِها قُطُبُ

The goblet circled in orbits of delight,

Spinning as we revolved around its rim.

وَالدَهرُ قَد طُرِفَت عَنّا نَواظِرُهُ

فَما تُرَوِّعُنا الأَحداثُ وَالنُوَبُ

Fate had turned its gaze from us,

No longer shaken by events and misfortunes.