أَيُّها العاتِبُ في الخَم

رِ مَتى صِرتَ سَفيها

O you who reproach me in anger

O you who blames me for the

When did you become foolish?

wine, when did you turn so foolish?

كُنتَ عِندي بِسِوى هَ

ذا مِنَ النُصحِ شَبيها

With me you were nothing but sincere advice

I deemed you, in all else but

If we obeyed the reproacher

this, a figure of wise counsel.

لَو أَطَعنا ذا عِتابٍ

لَأَطَعنا اللَهَ فيها

We would have obeyed God in that

If we were to heed a scolder,

So pass me in the morning a bitter cup

We would have heeded God in this.

فَاِصطَبِح كَأسَ عُقارٍ

يا نَديمي وَاِسقِنيها

O my boon companion, and serve it to me

So take a morning draught of vintage,

For with people's blame, I yearn for it

O companion, and pour it out for me.

إِنَّني عِندَ مَلامِ ال

ناسِ فيها أَشتَهيها

For I, at the very blame of

people, desire it all the more.