1. O you who blame me with bitter reproach
I will not refrain from the wine of the cup

2. Reproach has withdrawn from my heart with trust
As the distance between a rose and thorns

3. Indeed it has an intimacy that embraces it
With a taste that rivals the kiss of the senses

4. So drink, my friend, for the eyes and head
Open up pleasures thus with the cup

5. And sing, for the lute has answered its lover
And the flute stirs some passions in me

6. O kindler of fire, your cups are exhausted
Light, if you wish, from my heart with a lighter