أَبا قَسِمٍ حانَ الرَحيلُ وَلا أَرى
لِبائِيَّتي فيكُم نَوالاً وَلا أَجرا
O Abu Qasim, departure is at hand, and I see
By Abu Qasim, it's time to leave, and I don't see
no gift or reward for my bā-rhymed ode about you.
Any reward or gain for my ode among you all
وَنَحنُ جُلوسٌ حَولَ وَردٍ مُضاعَفٍ
وَلَيسَت لَنا خَمرٌ فَبِعنا بِها خَمرا
And we sit around double-petaled roses,
Though we sit by blossoming roses and drink no wine
and we have no wine; so sell us wine in exchange for it.
Sell us that wine, for it's time for us to be gone
Sol 6.1