1. Pour it for the lovers, O cupbearer
For the market of yearning has risen, foot on foot

2. And perfume it with the spirit of spirits, my draft and his cup
And repeat, your soul is ransom, O cupbearer

3. And revive a heart burned by passion’s fire
And a tearful sea of ecstasy raging to drown me

4. Have mercy on my soul and comfort it
And revive a mind that died at the feet by burning

5. And sing with wings that lengthened by night
And tell Layla if she admits my passions

6. And think of bestowing the grace of love, youth
By the beauty whose taste and flavors are mine

7. And rejoice, for love tastes good in her passion
And healing, for the love of her is the healing of my heart and medicine and remedy

8. And neglect if the queen of the cheeks appeared radiating
And my path to her has been set ablaze by the shining dawn