1. O Abu Hasan Khan, that prophet
Whose veins burst forth with sweat

2. Tomorrow, while tremors shake his frame
His throat parched, his bowels on fire

3. While my soul yearns for another
You long for wine, in my eyes

4. Quench me with a sweet draft
For I thirst, I thirst for it

5. Quench yourself with a draft like it
Vinegar over vinegar is sold

6. I must have it, and you who
With your small hands collect all rights