1. Wash away your worries if they knock,
With a daughter of generosity in a cup that gleams.

2. When the temper sees her, it kindles her,
And you say the hands of the cupbearers are aflame.

3. The water crowns her from its springs,
A crown with which she adorns herself and prattles.

4. It is said, “Do not settle, and worry in,
A breast.” So blessed is he if they were truthful.

5. And where is my worry from my wine, when
The paths to it other than it are blocked?