1. Be glad, O youth, in the blooming meadow with us
A cup of wine, and keep making music with the lute

2. Don't you see the narcissus blooming, watching us
With a glance of one emaciated, delighted by rain

3. As if its pupils in the beauty of its yellow
Are kohl sticks in leaves of camphor

4. As if the dew dripping on it for its seer
Is tears bewildered on abandoned eyelids