The Easterner has had a sip of Western wine.
No wonder if he broke his vow of temperance.
The West’s new-fangled thought has taught him how to think
And act for himself. Ah! the blood is boiling in
The veins of that old worshipper of Destiny.
O Saqi, do not be displeased if drinkers of
Your wine are clamouring for more of it. Be fair.
Think who it was who taught them to want and demand.
"The nightingale would not know of a garden if
The rose’s smell did not provide it with a clue."