1. O Lord of the tavern keeper I have awakened
So I sent him from his deep slumber

2. His dogs knew the clothes of those knocking
And they distance themselves from the path's ways

3. I kept examining the patrols around him
Until I was pushed to the hidden house

4. So I recognized him while the night was ambiguous upon us
With the rustling of his baldness and graying hair

5. O owner of the shop, do not be a lamplighter
Verily, wine is forbidden like what is made lawful

6. So leave what your hands have fermented and give me
For God's sake, your pressed grape juice

7. Of what the merchants have chosen, you see it has
A bite when tasted like a chili bite

8. It has a tingle in the bones as if it is
The grip of drowsiness taking the joints

9. Their palms smell of it as if they are competing
Over its vapors like vying over cloves

10. A beloved hand serves it to you
No doubt, reluctantly or freely