1. We are drunk with our love and satisfied,
O cupbearer, take away your cups,

2. And pour the wine for the little birds and bees,
And let the earth embrace your bride.

3. We have no need for cups, we seek not
From them pleasures, for love itself is magic and rapture.

4. Spare us, for spring itself is our goblet,
And this space is a cup and wine.

5. We live like birds on the tranquil horizon,
And like bees atop the blossoming flowers.

6. We play beneath the shade like carefree children,
Happy in childhood’s delusion.

7. And on the beautiful rock in the valley,
Amidst unknown fears,

8. We wander through the meadows at dawn, and at dusk,
And sing with the melodious breeze.

9. We whisper to nature’s spirit in the universe,
And listen to her singing heart.

10. We walk the earth with flowers and dreams and fantasies,
Upon which love dances, plays and sings in elation and coquetry.

11. We live in a heaven of magical gardens,
In a distant, distant world,

12. In our flowered nest we recite,
Verses of love to happy youth.

13. We have left existence to people,
To live life as they desire,

14. And taken its essence, which is spirit,
Leaving them the shells, which are inanimate.

15. We are drunk with our love and satisfied,
The cup overflowed, so go away, cupbearers!

16. We live and desire no more,
What you have given us, O life, is enough.

17. Enough is our flower that gives us pleasure,
Enough is our cup from which we sip,

18. For in our lips is a heavenly nectar,
And in our hearts an exquisite spring.

19. O time that flows aimlessly,
O blind fate,

20. Stop where you are or move on,
And leave us here, serenaded by dreams,

21. And love and mighty existence.
And if you insist, carry us along,

22. With love’s flame on our lips,
And life’s flowers fragrant with scent,

23. With magic and youth in our hands.