أَما تَرى الدَهرَ لا تَفنى عَجائِبُهُ

وَالدَهرُ يَمزُجُ مَعسوراً بِمَيسورِ

Do you not see, time's wonders never end,

And time mingles sorrow with happiness.

وَلَيسَ لِلهَمِّ إِلّا شُربُ صافِيَةٍ

كَأَنَّها دَمعَةٌ مِن عَينِ مَهجورِ

There is no remedy for grief but a cup

Of pure wine, as if shed from the eyes of one abandoned.