1. O my friend, bring the wine, bring it
For the dawn of Nayrouz is the time for it

2. Precious, precious, golden
Fiery, lively on its own

3. It shone and glimmered in the glass till I emptied it
Lovers spent their tears on it

4. From the palm of a slender beauty as if
The juice of wine was pressed from its grapes

5. Magic is in its glances, coquetry in
Its words, and charm in its movements

6. Or don't you see the beauty of spring
Has awakened the souls from their slumber

7. And the birds sing in the branches as if
Praising the order of the king in their tunes

8. So get up my friend and be active to seize
Pleasures of days before they are gone

9. O my friend, my secret, I won't hide from you
How sweet is life in its heights

10. Get up and serve it to me generously and go
To comfort that gives rest from worries

11. If I die, I die, so leave me to my madness
For madness is sweet in its essences

12. And I have lived a rakish youth and desire
And drawn my peers to its limits

13. Then I became reasonable, and my hands can no longer
Reach the pleasures of life but its consequences