1. How wretched is the motto of a man whose poverty shames him,
Who is clothed in the garb of humiliation by his livelihood.

2. I find delight in wine
Through which my affairs prospered.

3. And were it not for the quest for gratitude,
I would have shunned danger.

4. So I interspersed the lot of my soul with care for my fate,
But I expected

5. With cups of wine,
And feared not the fear of disgrace while sipping through my mouth.

6. I hastened to embrace the full moon from my night until dawn.
Oh, our night was nothing but the night of destiny,

7. Or the cream of days,
Or the prime of life.