1. The morning of your youth's joy has been blessed,
A day on which the cups' orbit is delightful,

2. So drink your potion cheerfully congratulating it
With relish and invoke upon me one sun-drenched.

3. Do not hurt me but give me what I seek,
The deed of a poised and generous free-spender,

4. These gardens appeared to your sight radiant,
Showing you finer than gardens of silk,

5. Unfurling brocade embroidered gold fabrics,
And striped woven canopies not for wearing,

6. And showed you camphor and bright ambergris
In a stand like flawless emerald,

7. Swaying necks in its motions,
Like the languor of bliss and a breathing space,

8. Adorned with every charming elegance,
Breathed in musk - what a breath!

9. Raised for your eyes a companion to honor him
Over a companion and session-friend at the assembly,

10. So when you crave eyes and their flirtation,
Lower your gaze to narcissus eyes,

11. Every dainty and beauty will please you
In beauty and most delightful for souls to see,

12. For the festival cheerfulness, so revel in it,
And leave off busying with gloomy sorrows,

13. Time is not more angled against us than you,
Afflicting us, while clothing you in bankruptcy,

14. But we are equal in it, so attract
Joy to move you from the seat of misery,

15. Make light for yourself, for only one
With a generous nature can dispel it,

16. Help, even if you are a man from Hashim,
And leave off on our day dejection and watching,

17. Is laziness seemly from you about youths
Who have courted the blond morning's wings?

18. They hurried at dawn, so be a man
Who sold his cheap life for souls,

19. And order your rash one to repeat whenever
You down your cup towards an emptied pourer,

20. Lower your eyelids, narcissus eyes,
Lest I win a kiss from a boon companion.