1. Turn my friend the cups around us,
As the souls have been exhausted by the day.

2. We were lively at night to drink wine,
So shake your cup to intoxicate our heads.

3. And get up bring it from the vines’ daughters,
On your rosy cheek appears a bride.

4. As if the cup-bearers drinking it,
Were turning at the break of dawn like suns.

5. Bowing down to its fires in prostration,
And their claim “may the fire-worshippers not perish”.

6. I will confine, as long as I live, the riding camel of hope,
Where the attainment will release the captive.

7. To the one whom favors have chosen,
Around his neck a precious necklace.

8. For him is the sitting-place sought for prohibitions,
In which whom corrupts on Thursdays is watched over.

9. And seldom to lay down the Pleiades,
And takes the moon in it as a companion.

10. So son of stars that ran in the horizon,
For some people auspiciously and for others inauspiciously.

11. Tomorrow the day of dew will smile at you,
And the day of enmity has returned frowning and sullen.

12. I remained despite the spite of enviers,
The hand of praise embellishes garlands around you.