بِنا داءٌ وَلَيسَ لَنا نَبيذٌ

وَلَيسَ دَواؤُنا غَيرَ الفِصادِ

We have an ailment, but we have no wine

And our remedy is none but letting blood

وَمَن عَزَمَ الفِصادَ بِلا نَبيذٍ

كَمَن عَزَمَ الرَحيلَ بِغَيرِ زادِ

He who resolves on letting blood, lacking wine

Is like one who sets out to travel lacking provisions