قَنِعْتُ وَرَيْعانُ الشَّبابِ بِمائِهِ

وَلَمْ يَتَبَسَّمْ وافِدٌ الشَّيْبِ في الرَّاسِ

I am content, though springtime of my youth has passed

And no more smiles the aged man with hair now white

وَأَعْرَضْتُ عَنْ دُنيا تَوَلَّى نَعيمُها

فَما بِيَدِ السّاقي سِوَى فَضْلَةِ الكاسِ

I've turned away from a life whose joys cannot last

What's left for me but dregs the cupbearer pours at night?

وَلا عِزَّ حَتَّى يَضْرِبَ المَرْءُ جَأْشَهُ

عَلى اليَأْسِ فَانْفُضْ رَاحَتَيْكَ مِن النَّاسِ

True glory comes when one defiantly looks at loss-

So cast off all who bring you comfort or delight