تَسلّى بِالمُدام فُؤادُ قَومٍ

إِلى الهزيان قَد قَعَدوا وَقاموا

The heart of a people found solace in wine

As they sat and rose in frivolity

فَقُلت وَلِلفُؤاد دَهَت هُمومٌ

فُؤادٌ ما تسلّيهِ المدامُ

So I said, while cares afflicted my heart:

"Heart, wine will not comfort you!"