1. Alas! With God I'm weary,
With wine that heals the breast.

2. So I, in my turmoil,
At the hands of passion absolved.

3. My heart we bid
And my excuse is that I'm ordered.

4. So it said, tomorrow
My meeting, it is blessed.

5. But today, my excuse
To you, for I'm drunk.

6. Last night's drink overpowered me
So watch my broken eyelid.

7. Is this your promise, oh you
And my passion's efforts thanked?

8. So I said to it, do you jest with me
And deprive me of light's robe?

9. Do you ridicule me, for you
See me always defeated?

10. If you're pleased with me
I'll be like the heavenly maidens.

11. So watch yourself in disappearing
And beware the agony of the abandoned.

12. And live your life smiling
And in your future be rewarded.