1. Bring me the cup of wine, O singer,
And spin for me a tale of love.

2. Pour its smooth draught, pure and clear,
Drawn from a limpid spring.

3. Give it me to drink deep of its sweetness,
Then take it from me, O cupbearer.

4. For love's votaries, my boon companions,
Have told their tales of artistry.

5. All who have slaked their love from my pain
And my varied skills—I was the fount for all.

6. Wander not from my path, O ardent soul,
Follow me, exult with me, make use of me.

7. Cast off all but love for Salma,
Then speak openly of her beauty, do not hedge.

8. Chide not the critic of love,
Lend him no ear, rather say 'Leave me be!'