1. Your abode is solace to lovers, a companion,
And your branch drinks from the water of youth.

2. Enjoy the pleasures before they disappear,
And be quick, for we are prone to misfortune.

3. If only this gentle morning breeze
Would awaken me at dawn with bells ringing,

4. And branches adorned with ribbons swayed,
As brilliant suns crowned with diadems shone.

5. A bride, possessing the beauty of youth, circulated
Among the drinkers, pouring Babylonian wine.

6. Did you not see me lead my destiny to frivolity,
Laughing through days that were frowning?

7. I did not weary myself with the promise the world made,
So let whoever hopes for it do so, for I despair.