I was near to dying and my friend came not once.
Do not think that good style consists in ample clothes;
Good style is providing dishes for the men.
Do not think that good style consists in elegant robes;
Good style consists in large trenchers, in kindness and generosity.
O Egypt, O how far off art thou, in whom is the beloved!
If I live another year I must surely live in thee.
O sweet one, bring thy bottle and we’ll drink and fill it;
Thy people are far and thy country’s water is scarce.
What brought thee forth, O gazel, to roam?