دَعْ قَولَ وَاشِيَةٍ وواشِ

وَاجْعلهُما كلْبَيْ هِراشِ

Leave the words of gossip and whisper

And make them like the barking of puppies

واشْرَبْ مُعَتَّقَةً تَسَلْ

سَلُ في العِظامِ وفي المُشاشِ

And drink matured wine that flows

Flowing in the bones and in the gums

حَتَّى تَرى العُودَ المُسن

نَ بِها أَرقَّ مِنَ الخَشاشِ

Until you see the old lute

More tender than the peach