1. O companion, in whose company I made Joy my drinking-mate,

    may my father be your ransom—an entertainer and evening friend!

  2. With song that scatters pearls in ordered strands,

    and conversation that scatters pearls loose and unstrung.

  3. Had you not been sent forth to revelry

    as its apostle, I would not have made the tanbur speak.

  4. It went on speaking, answering you in melody, until

    the earth beneath us almost began to sway.

  5. Had the sea been wine at hand for us,

    and had you sung, we would have sipped up the seas.

  6. The night grew short when you sang to urge its mounts;

    they sped on, folding up the road.

Sol 5.6