1. O cupbearer, the libertine's rod is drenched
And the moon dons a turban, and dawn is bare

2. The youth has stumbles that cannot be told, and in
The turtledoves' chant there is singing and cooing

3. So I often breathed the wind and secretly stole
My mind, so the two breezes blew and were perfumed

4. And regained my sobriety and exhausted my rapture
Before sunrise, for raptures have homelands

5. And they presented passion to the Bani, so to it and to her
And to the flask, if you two present a matter

6. Despair is my rose when wishes are withdrawn
And patience my provision when the ardently amorous become manifest

7. Behold, the arena of God's earth has a youth's lap
In my palm his grasp is tyranny and beneficence

8. To God, then to the Shah of Shahs, His regent
No tall one in the sands of the desert endures

9. If the celestial sphere has a pacer
In it, the terrestrial sphere has a sultan