1. The garden laughed at the weeping of the clouds
So seize the opportunity of youth for enjoyment

2. And pluck the first fruits of time with a drink that delights
For fate is prone to go away

3. And pass it around in a goblet adorned with a full moon of bubbles
I meet winter with my skin while others

4. Meet it with fur coats of marten
And I love suffering and cotton and fasting

5. While others are not content without complaining
My skin and clothes were drenched by the rain

6. And my mule lost its blinkers
The winter day is longer to me

7. Than a day of fasting in the month of August
If my enemies saw me at dawn

8. They would eulogize me out of what they see in me
When they see all my joints

9. Chattering as my fangs clicked