فَمَا أَنا في الحُضُورِ مُنْتَهِزٌ

أُمْنِيَّةُ النَّفْسِ غَيْبةُ الرُّقَبا

In gatherings I seize each moment though

My soul craves to be free of prying eyes.

وَمِنْ عَجيبٍ أَنْ أَسْتَزِيدَكَ مِنْ

شُرْبٍ وسُكْرِي عَليَّ قَدْ غَلَبَا

Strange that I seek from you another round

When drunkenness has overwhelmed my mind.