وَمَقتولِ سُكرٍ عاشَ لي إِذ دَعَوتُهُ

وَمَقتولِ سُكرٍ عاشَ لي إِذ دَعَوتُهُ

وَبادَرَ مَسروراً يَرى غَيَّهُ رُشدا

وَبادَرَ مَسروراً يَرى غَيَّهُ رُشدا

And one slain by drunkenness came to life for me when I called him,

The slain drunkard lived when I called him,

and hastened joyfully, seeing his waywardness as right guidance.

And came to me joyfully though lost in his passion,

وَقامَ بِكَفَّيهِ بَقايا خُمارِهِ

وَقامَ بِكَفَّيهِ بَقايا خُمارِهِ

وَعَيناهُ مِن خَدَّيهِ قَد جَفَتا قَدّا

وَعَيناهُ مِن خَدَّيهِ قَد جَفَتا قَدّا

And he rose, the remnants of his hangover in his two palms,

And rose supporting himself on his hands, the ruins of his potion,

and his eyes had drawn back from his cheeks into slits.

While his eyes on his cheeks had long been dry.