هَلّا اِستَعَنتَ عَلى الهُمومِ

صَفراءَ مِن حَلَبِ الكُرومِ

Why did you not seek solace from your cares

With a golden vintage milked from the vines,

وَوَهَبتَ لِلعَيشِ الحَمي

دِ بَقِيَّةَ العَيشِ الذَميمِ

And offer up to the praiseworthy life

The remainder of the blameworthy life,

بِمَجالِسِ فيها المَزا

هِرُ وَالأَوانِسُ كَالنُجومِ

In gatherings wherein the lutes

And fair companions shine like stars,

بَدءُ التَحِيَّةِ بَينَهُم

نَظَرُ النَديمِ إِلى النَديمِ

The first greeting exchanged between them

Is the glance of a drinking partner to his friend.