هِيَ الراحُ أَهلاً لِطولِ الهِجاءِ

وَإِن خَصَّها مَعشَرٌ بِالمِدَح

She is the breeze, a welcome for prolonged satire,

Though some may reserve her for praise,

فَلا تُعجِبَنكَ عَروسُ المُدامِ

وَلا يُطرِبَنكَ مُغَنٍّ صَدَح

Do not be amazed by the bride of wine,

Nor let a singing minstrel enchant you,

وَمَن يَفتَقِد لُبَّهُ ساعَةً

فَقَد ماتَ فيها بِخَطبٍ فَدَح

And he who for an hour misses his heart,

Then in it he dies, lost in ample discourse,

قَبيحٌ بِمَن عَدَّ بَعضَ البِحارِ

تَغريقُهُ نَفسَهُ في قَدَح

Ugly is he who counts some of the seas

As his drowning himself in a cup.