1. The cock crowed as he sang his tune
While eyes still heavy with sleep

2. And branches adorned with flowers
As the earth quenched its thirst with drops of rain

3. Oh what a pity for one who slumbers in the morn
And what a loss for one who missed the dawn

4. Awaken, for the branches are intoxicated
As the morning breeze makes them sway

5. And the moist clouds, wrinkled garb
As if a robe that has been folded

6. Arise and drink, for worries are but weakness
When a youth grows lax, they gain in strength