1. Crimson wine gleamed in pearls of the cup,
Like the sun with the moon in a star of gold.

2. We bowed to the goblet as it was greeted with musk,
Hail it overflowing, hail it overflowing.

3. It found its way to steal my soul's chain,
With its exhilaration from the rest of fatigue.

4. Ancient of age, sun-like, it conversed
At dawn its lights appear from its veil.

5. Its glance is shining and its heart is setting,
It moves on the path of bliss and calm.

6. The nightingale wept at its absence, so it smiled
And joined its tear with water and flame.

7. The revelers greet it, their eyes outpaced
Their goblets to seize joy and delight.

8. From it is the nectar, his cheek and saliva
Adorned with myrtle, apple and fresh dates.

9. So enrapture with the virgin wine, sipping
Its pleasures with delight from her moist lips.

10. And wear, to ward off cares, a robe
Cast off inhibition, meet sincerity with play.

11. Keep your date with morn, forget your drunkenness in its rapture
Relinquish your worries to the hidden and do not fade.

12. Ask your goblet in a meadow which has smiled
With flowers that wept from the clouds’ rain.

13. Upon doves in its branches that trilled
With melodious tunes from slender twigs.

14. In it, no matter how much the cupbearer offers your cup, say
“My full moon day, disappear, O my sun, veil yourself.”

15. And O my heart and eyes, delight yourselves
In the meadow with the cup and cupbearer, so excellent, excellent.