1. Pour it before the rise of day,
For the taste of wine is best at dawn.

2. It is pure, so drink while your day is still young,
Unlike people burdened with sorrows.

3. Drink at dawn, drink, my friend,
For dawn is the spirit of wine.

4. O you who souls adore though few,
A gentle, pleasant drinking companion.

5.
Serve it when daylight first smiles,

6. Like the sun at noon.
Coffee like the cock's eye,

7. Flaming yet cool as a hearth fire.

8. A vintage whose age recalls
Anushirwan's reign, no common wine.

9. Refined by the passing years till naught remained
But a trace of light, a gleam.

10. It shone like a sun in a clear sky
Glinting red and yellow.

11. You need not fear its smoothness will bring on
Headache, weariness, or tipsiness,

12. In blooming gardens,
Of roses, pear trees, and herbs.

13. On land embroidered by spring,
Till the flowers' hands did their work.

14. The drunk will sober
In its pure air and flowing water.

15. Rise, my friend, all I own ransom for you,
Of lodges, vistas, and furnishings.

16. Let's spend our days with jars
Of wine, gazelles, music and song.

17. The season's fair, the weather temperate,
Dawn like the night.

18. Spring laughs in wonder,
Its light woven into its gown.

19. My friend, your ransom, no delay,
You see life's tapestry, days short as nights.

20.
So serve it up, drink on flowered turf

21. To the moon's echo, the zebra's song.
Seize life's essence and joy