1. Dawn sprinkled the juice of grapes with flutes and lute
So drink, for the bowl of wood is now lost

2. Do you not see it stained on the breast of the jar
Flowing with filtered syrup from the grape vine

3. The rooster has woken the sleepy from ecstasy
To the morning with clapping and singing

4. And the army of dawn has launched its vanguards
Like falling stars upon the dark night's retreat

5. The goblet has clinked as the pitcher smiles
With pearls of water beads gathered round

6. Rise, let us head to the monastery of the priest
For we thirst for the water of the vine

7. We'll have a sip, from what it has stored
In its jars, for the holidays and feasts

8. That which the monks so revere
And the priest has baptized all believers with

9. I have lived in its lowlands for ages
While Adam himself was not yet present

10. Were it not for the goodness of its being
It would be like a delusion, lost and absent

11. On Easter Day its clothes are carried
By the hands of priests, the joy of the feast

12. And they crept around it, the Bible in joy
Circling with reverence and praise

13. They prayed over it and circled its tavern
For ages long, with chant and verse

14. So if we drink from their chalices
A cup that says to the days of youth "return"