وسلِّ عنكَ الهمومَ إن طرقَتْ

بِبنتِ كرْمٍ في الكأسِ تأتَلِقُ

Wash away your worries if they knock,

With a daughter of generosity in a cup that gleams.

إذا فَراها المَزَاجُ أضْرَمَها

وقلتَ أيدِي السّقَاةِ تحتَرِقُ

When the temper sees her, it kindles her,

And you say the hands of the cupbearers are aflame.

توَّجَها الماءُ من فُواقِعِهِ

تَاجاً به تَرتَدِي وتَنْتَطِقُ

The water crowns her from its springs,

A crown with which she adorns herself and prattles.

يُقالُ ما تستقِرُّ والهمَّ في

صدرٍ فَيا نِعمتَاهُ لو صَدَقُوا

It is said, “Do not settle, and worry in,

A breast.” So blessed is he if they were truthful.

وأينَ مِن هَمِّيَ المُدامُ وقد

سُدّتْ عليها من دُونِهِ الطُّرُقُ

And where is my worry from my wine, when

The paths to it other than it are blocked?