Cease your reproach, for reproach is only temptation. - Abu Nuwas

Auspicious stars had risen on this night
When drunkard assaulted drunkard
We passed the time kowtowing to the Devil,
Until the monks sounded the bells at dawn
And [a young adolescent] left, dragging delightful robes
Which I had stained with my iniquitous behavior,
Saying, "O woe!" as tears overcame him,
"You have torn away the [dignity] I had preserved."
I replied, "A lion saw a gazelle and lunged at it;
Such is the variety of Fate’s vicissitudes!"

دَعْ عَنْكَ لَوْمِي فَإنَّ اللَّوْمَ إغْرَاءُ

Poured from the palm of a girl dressed as boy
An intrigue for one of any orientation
She lifts the carafe against the black night
Her face lit with brilliant radiation
Sending from the jug’s lip a stream so bright
That eyes, in its glare, close as in sedation
Wine so fine, so pure and delicate
To add water would be contamination
With light alone may it be mixed
Giving off dazzling illumination