1. وَنَدمانِ صِدقٍ بَل يَزيدُ فُكاهَةً

    عَلى الصِدقِ لَم يَخلِط مُواتاتَهُ مَحكا

    With sincere regrets, nay it brings more mirth

    Than sincerity, whose flattery was not mingled with pretense

  2. حَمولٌ لِما حَمَّلتَهُ غَيرِ ضَيِّقٍ

    ذِراعاً بِما ضاقَ الكِرامُ بِهِ مَسكا

    Bearing whatever you have loaded me with, not constrained

    With ample space for the noble’s tightfistedness

  3. دَعاني وَأَعطاني مِنِ ابنَةِ نَفسِهِ

    مَوَدَّتَهُ المُثلى وَفي مالِهِ الشِركا

    He called me over and granted me from his soul’s daughter

    His perfect affection and made me partner in his wealth

  4. فَقُلتُ لَهُ لا يَشهَدُ الصُبحُ صَحوَةً

    فَدَيتُكَ مِنّي يا نَديمُ وَلا مِنكا

    So I said to him the morn beholds no wakefulness—

    I ransom you from me, oh boon companion, and not from you

  5. وَبادِر بَقايا اللَيلِ يَبلُغكَ سُكرُهُ

    يُحَدِّثُ مَن لاقى الصَباحَ بِهِ عَنكا

    Hasten the remnants of night, let its intoxication reach you

    Relate to whoever the morn encounters you about me

  6. فَأَتحَفَنا الخَمّارُ حينَ طُروقُنا

    بِراقودِ خَمرٍ شَكَّ في جَنبِهِ شَكّا

    So the cupbearer gifted us when we were ready to depart

    With a drink of wine having bubbles along its side

  7. ذَخيرَةُ نوحٍ في الزَمانِ الَّذي اجتَنى

    فَأَدخَلَها في الفُلكِ إِذ رَكِبَ الفُلكا

    The stash of Noah in the time he collected

    And admitted into the ark when he boarded the ark

  8. فَلَمّا عَمِدناها لِنَسفِكَ بادَرَت

    تَباشيرِ رَيّاها وَنَكهَتِها السَفكا

    When we straightened it to pour it began

    To drip its spittle and its exquisite taste

  9. كَأَنَّ أَكُفَّ القَومِ وَالآلَةَ الَّتي

    يُديرونَ فيها أَمرَها ضُمِّخَت مِسكا

    As if the palms of the people and the instrument

    In which they manage its affair were perfumed with musk

  10. فَما لاحَ ضَوءُ الشَمسِ حَتّى رَأَيتُنا

    نَقولُ لِوَقعِ السَكرِ في حامِنا قَدكا

    The light of sun had not appeared before we saw ourselves

    Saying to the impact of intoxication settled in our sleeves, “enough!”

  11. تَرى عِندَنا ما يُسخِطُ اللَهَ كُلَّهُ

    مِنَ العَمَلِ المُردي الفَتى ما خَلا الشِركا

    You see with us what angers God altogether

    Of work that ruins the vigorous man except blasphemy