1. For the urge of passion and excess of delirium
An ear accustomed not to dignity and obedience

2. Especially when dawn has raised the cup
With the hands of water-bearers, so we raise its sail

3. In black nights, clothes have been dyed
Winter has woven its craftsmanship in their fabric

4. And my regrets are young men whom the present
Astonishes with its wit and skill

5. A group who battled the turns of nights
And knew that life's pleasure is an hour

6. Oh my drinking companions, come altogether
Let's drink wine as a collective prayer

7. A wine which if the vizier of Egypt saw
Its color in a cup, he would pawn his dish

8. And a sweet-faced lad who has shed
The wine's radiance on his cheek

9. He writhes like a twig in the wind
So he animates the group with his glances

10. What thing is sweeter than the voice of a singer
Beautiful of face, endless to hear

11. He has not ceased to be enamored with your love until
Ardor and passion removed its mask