كَدَّرَ العَيشَ أَنَّني مَحبوسُ

وَاِقشَعَرَّت عَنِ المُدامِ الكُؤوسُ

My life is troubled, for I am held in prison,

And the cups have shivered, bare of their wine.

وَحَمَت دَرَّها كُرومُ الفَلا

ليجِ وَحالَت عَن طَعمِها الخَندَريسُ

The vineyards of the broad lands withheld their milk,

And the vintage liquor has turned from its taste.

وَلَعَمري لَئِن تَماسَكَ غَربي

وَنَهاني عَنها الهُمامُ الرَئيسُ

By my life, though my flowing tears held back,

And the heroic Chief has banned me from the draught,

لَقَدِ اِستَمتَعَت مِنَ اللَهوِ نَفسي

وَحَياةُ الفَتى نَعيمٌ وَبوسُ

My soul has truly savored its fill of joy,

For the life of a youth is bliss and misery.

وَجَليسٍ كَأَنَّ في وَجنَتَيهِ

كُلُّ حُسنٍ تَصبو إِلَيهِ النُفوسُ

And many a seated friend—as if upon his cheeks

Was every beauty for which the spirits yearn—

قَد أَصَبنا مِنهُ فَنَستَغفِرُ اللا

هَ كَثيراً وَقَد يُصابُ الجَليسُ

We took our share of him, and ask God’s pardon

Abundantly; for the companion, too, is struck.