1. If I were in a group
Of hopeless revelers,

2. With no joyful companion
Except my flask,

3. I would drink from the sand,
Staying up through the night.

4. When fate granted me
What I never hoped for,

5. And I conversed with the full moon
In the orbit of the stars,

6. My sorrows left me;
No more gloom from my rank.

7. So I quickly got drunk
On powerful liquor—

8. That’s how outcasts are revived
By the company of nobles.

9. When water allowed me,
And the purity of grapes,

10. I poured white silver
Over cups of gold.