1. كَم نَعرَةٍ طَوَّلتُها

    بَينَ المَثالِثِ وَالمَثاني

    How many a cry I prolonged

    amid the third and second lute strings,

  2. في رَوضَةٍ مِثلَ الرِضا

    وَحَديقَةٍ مِثلَ التَداني

    in a meadow like contentment,

    and a garden like closeness,

  3. حَتّى ظَفِرتُ بِسَكرَةٍ

    كانَت أَلَذَّ مِنَ الأَماني

    until I won a spell of intoxication

    that was sweeter than wishes.