1. Arise, for night has folded its tail from the rear,
And the rustling of leaves has awakened companions at dawn.

2. Morning has come calling us to wake with flute and lute,
Conversing in the tongue of reed-pipe and string.

3. So shake off the raiments of slumber and hasten
To find relief from cares and thoughts that disquiet the mind.

4. A vintage that imprinted the face of its drinker
With joy exceeding the sun and moon’s light combined.

5. The heavyweight in drinking seeks it greedily,
Revived by its rapture of apple and houri.