لا تَذهَلَنَّ عَنِ اِبنَةِ الكَرمِ

فَبِها تَماسُكُ قُوَّةِ الجِسمِ

Do not turn away from the daughter of generosity

Do not be unmindful of the Daughter of the Vine,

For through her is the cohesion of bodily strength

For in her lies the holding of the body's strength.

وَاِعلَم بِأَنَّكَ إِن لَهَجتَ بِغَيرِها

هَطَلَت عَلَيكَ سَحابَةُ الهَمِّ

And know that if you mutter about another

And know that if you chant the praise of aught but her,

The clouds of sorrow will pour down on you

The clouds of sorrow shall rain down upon your head.

وَإِذا شَهِدتَ عَدُوَّها في مَحفَلٍ

فَاِقصِد إِلَيهِ بِأَقبَحِ الذَمِّ

And if you witness her enemy in a gathering

And if you see an enemy of hers within a crowd,

Aim at him with the ugliest reproach

Then single him out with the ugliest reproach.

وَإِذا شَرِبتَ فَكُن لَها مُتَمَطِّقاً

حَتّى تَبَيَّنَ طَيِّبَ الطَعمِ

And if you drink, then be eloquent about her

And when you drink, then smack your lips to savor her,

Until the goodness of the taste is evident

Until the goodness of the taste becomes distinct.

وَتُمَتِّعَ اللَهَواتِ مِنكَ بِطيبِها

وَالمِنخَرَينِ بِكَثرَةِ الشَمِّ

And give pleasure through her goodness to your amusement

And let your throat delight within her excellence,

And to the nostrils through much smelling

And fill your nostrils with the bounty of her scent.

وَاِنظُر إِذا هِيَ قابَلَتكَ تَهَيُّؤً

نَظَرَ اليَتيمِ إِلى يَدِ الأُمِّ

And look when she meets you getting prepared

And gaze, when she confronts you, ready and arrayed,

The look of the orphan towards a mother's hand

As the orphan gazes at a mother's hand.

أَوَ ما رَأَيتَ الكَأسَ حينَ مَزَجتَها

فَتَبَلَّدَت كَتَبَلُّدِ الفَدمِ

Or have you not seen the cup when you mixed it

Have you not seen the cup, when you have tempered it,

How it turns just like turning pale

Fall into a stupor like a witless fool?

لَو لَم يَكُن في شُربِها مِن راحَةٍ

إِلّا التَخَلُّصُ مِن يَدِ الهَمِّ

If there were no comfort in its drinking

If there were not a single rest in drinking her,

Except relief from the hand of worry

Save for deliverance from the hand of grief...