Anyway Festival's Day You Come Poem by Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi

O, Bairam days come back again as you desire
No matter you come as usual or wearing new attire.
lovers are away behind distant desert .
Without lovers' , what does festival merit ?
If not the glory, we would not love each other
She has wide cheeks and tough sober figure
If not that, I can meet my purpose anywhere.
Even with every tender woman here or there.
The time crushed my body apparently and awfully
I need not to hang amulets to be from eyes safely
O, cupbearer whose cups don't contain wine!
Woe! Your cups contain sleepless and disdain!
What is about my soul not cheer happily?
In spite of wine and sweet chant, but it is gloomy.
If I request the ripened pure wine, it is obtainable.
Even so, the ardent lover cannot be attainable.
What I have gained from life is a bit of misfortune
But they envied me in what I complained misshapen
Don't buy the slave only when stick is ready
Slave's temper always is to betray suddenly.