تَركُ الصَبوحِ عَلامَةُ الإِدبارِ

فَاِجعَل قَرارَكَ مَنزِلَ الخَمّارِ

The dawn's departure is a sign of decline

To leave the morning draught is a sign of decline,

So settle in the tavern as your abode

So make your home the house of the seller of wine.

لا تُطلِعُ الشَمسُ المُنيرَةُ ضَوءَها

إِلّا وَأَنتَ فَضيحَةٌ في الدارِ

The brilliant sun won't spread its light

The radiant sun never reveals its face,

Unless you bring disgrace into the house

Unless you are the household's utter disgrace.