1. Arise, give me this cup from the hand of she who wears a veil,
For the harbinger of dawn has announced the night's demise,

2. And remove the bonds of your slumber from the eyes
That have become heavy with drowsiness and pain.

3. Set aside your worries, take some coffee
That sends a refreshing breeze to the soul,

4. This is morning and dawn, so what
Excuse is there for you to miss the dawn?

5. Hasten to pleasures, and race towards them
On the steeds of frivolity and delight,

6. Before the sun of morning drinks
The saliva of the dark hills from the springs,

7. Or the shadow folds its carpet when
The shining sun does not cease its brilliance.

8. How excellent is what the eye perceives
Of stars set at ease above the heavens at rest,

9. In a verdant garden where branches sang
Songs in the thin rods and delicate leaves.

10. The onlooker knows not its boughs
When they bend with the salt's prodding,

11. As if its melting fragrance is perfumed
By the wafting of the winds.

12. From each enclosed pavilion comes a tone,
At which, if an eye wept, you would say it wails,

13. Or a lover, whose melodies you'd think
Were proposals of regret from every reproachful companion.

14. If it were said, change! An altered melody
Would come from it, as if jesting in earnest.

15. O morning cup, do not call to wakefulness, for what pleasure
Is in sobriety that life's drunkenness does not know?

16. And set out a time that has no obstacles
Before obstacles arise in it.

17. I said to our guide, and the circulating cup
Of pure wine in the grip of resolute hands,

18. As the cupbearer strikes her cheeks
With it at the drinking sessions.

19. Do not harbor hopes of rest in the gazelles,
Even if we arrive at pastures in the early dew.

20. For they are fully sated, even devoid
Of the little given them by a miserly hand.

21. They rub their eyelids against the cedars
To the rightly-guided king, the asked for sovereign,

22. Indeed the servants of God gained might through him,
The right hand of leniency, the right hand of power,

23. A king whose ring seals the eminent
Whenever he appears, beginning with his father,

24. And through him humiliation spread among the lowly
And honor spread among the righteous.

25. Seeking good, generous, protected in dignity
And praised in speech.

26. He lowers in his rule the wing of eminence
As lowering a wing does not raise worth.

27. His white swords blind the enemies’ souls
Whenever they desire war and combat.

28. So whenever they sing his praise in their gathering,
They leave behind, after their singing, only wailing.

29. How many nights shone at the darkness’s edge
With the green of the army at dawn’s first light,

30. His standards’ hawks flying guided
By the stars of spears.

31. Ships you’d think were, on the horizon,
The Milky Way a water-hole,

32. As if the wind blew them along with
The hearts of your enemies on the day of struggle.

33. How many desperate straits has its lion produced
Red blood from the nostrils and lips of the foe

34. Opening in the joining of their skulls
The violet of blades and the red of wounds.

35. As if the scattered parts of their skulls
Were eggs split above the brains.

36. You met them, each a dignitary
Whose lifetime is narrowed by ample steps.

37. As if their sights were streaming down
With what they had fed on from the striking of cheekbones.

38. Were it not for you, son of glory unparalleled,
No hopes would attain the door of success,

39. Nor would good fortune meet those who equaled you
Among the noble poets in the lofty ode.

40. So enjoy a celebration that has come to you
With every tongue praising you.

41. For you have shown us in the spreading of amusements
Your hand restraining the acts of excess and profligacy.