1. ما إِن هدرت شَقشَقَةُ الأَقداحِ

    إِلّا وَرَفَضتُ قَولَ هَذا اللاحي

    No sooner did the goblets’ clatter resound

    than I rejected this faultfinder’s words.

  2. لا يُدفَع بِالأَصابِع الهمُّ فَدَع

    لَومي فَعَسى أَدفعه بِالراحِ

    Grief cannot be driven away with fingers, so stop

    blaming me; perhaps I can drive it away with wine.