إِنَّ سُرورَ المُدامِ لَم يَدُمِ

بَل أَعقَبَت بِالهُمومِ وَالسَدمِ

The joy of wine did not last,

Rather it was followed by worries and gloom.

وَالكَأسُ مِن كاسَ في التَعَثُّرِ وَال

نُدمانُ لَفظٌ أَتى مِنَ النَدَمِ

And the cup trips from cup to cup,

Regret is an utterance that came from regret.

ما زالَ مُستَهتِراً بِها لَهِجاً

حَتّى اِنثَنى موسِراً مِنَ العَدَمِ

It did not stop being reckless with it jokingly,

Until it bent, destitute, from nonexistence.

كَيفَ لَهُ أَن يَكونَ شارِبَها

بِالأَهلِ بَعدَ السَوامِ وَالخَدَمِ

How can it still be a drinker,

With family after the nightcaps and servants?

أَقبَلَ يُهوي بِها إِلى فَمِهِ

حَتّى تَرقّى يَفري مِنَ الأَدَمِ

It came rushing to its mouth with it,

Until it climbed, its flesh overflowing with blood.

يُوَسَّعُ الجِلدَ وَالعِظامَ لَها

أَطبِقَةً مازَجَت دَماً بِدَمِ

The skin and bones are expanded for it,

Layers congealed blood with blood.

مَقتولَةٌ في الحَديثِ ضاحِكَةٌ

مَوطوءَةٌ في القَديمِ بِالقَدَمِ

Murdered yet laughing in the present,

Trampled in the past by feet.

قَد ظَهَرَ السِرُّ بَعدَ خُفيَتِهِ

مِن قائِلٍ بِالزَمانِ وَالقِدَمِ

The secret was revealed after its concealment,

By one saying, by time and antiquity.

لَم تُخلِدِ الراحُ وَالمَزاهِرُ وَال

قَيناتُ حَيَّي عادٍ وَلا قُدُمِ

Neither meadows nor flowers nor

The steps of the gardens of returned Aad endured.