1. O my friend Masoud, truly and not all
Friends I called friend,

2. Worries have besieged me, yet I do not think
That I will awaken from their habit.

3. And my cure is in intoxication that leaves
Troubles far from me, an exquisite potion.

4. Mother of entertainment, as if a goblet
Filled with musk so fine.

5. It sang from the purity of its essence
Too lofty to be poured into a flask.

6. Of the monks' tools, the age
Never lacked a patriarch's chalice.

7. The creed of passion is my creed, in the
Dawn I am tempted by it and fervor.

8. So relieve me of the preoccupying worries,
And free my soul with aged wine.

9. May worries not afflict you, nor cease
To be a friend to the cup and decanter.