1. The wine comes smiling to you as a lamp
Brightening the darkness of the night

2. Offering ecstasy to its lovers from its intoxication
Its gleam is morning and evening glow

3. You cannot tell when the wine smiles
Is it from his sweet lips or his cup that joy flows

4. The repentant have become happy drunkards
As if his eyelids were cups brimming with wine

5. If the wine makes merry with the water of youth
Then a heart aflame with passion will rejoice over it

6. Do you not see how its lovers
Became as enraptured when they woke as when they rested

7. They concealed the secret of their passion in themselves
If he revealed to them his woes, they would not divulge

8. As for the dawn, its torches have blazed
The darkness softened and the horizon in the east glowed

9. The scent of youth’s breeze blew at dawn perfumed
As if with the fragrance of musk anointed

10. The singers in the camp were aroused to song
And the bulbul in the branches of the willow cries loud

11. Wipe sleep from eyes lined with kohl
Take up a cup adorned with wine

12. Give life with wine to inert souls
For spirits are but breaths enrobed

13. Do you not see the lute - its strings have hummed
Speaking in the tongues of cords explicitly

14. A lovely, gentle singing girl sings to it
As if her plectrum were keys unlocking intimacy

15. Lulled by her voice it rests blissful as a branch
Reposing comfortably in a garden

16. Dawn has risen, the night now past
As if the night were a promise and dawn its fulfillment

17. It has spread filling the horizons with radiance
Spilling from its lights rays into the earth

18. The meadow breathed aromatic breaths
Bestowing from it spirits upon spirits

19. Arise and serve it to me on cheeks like roses
Where roses bloom and apples gleam

20. Let no sorrow distract you from joy
For time is but joys and sorrows intertwined

21. A drink for an evening now passed at the base of the slope
When time in its desires was indulgent

22. And the causes of passion for diversion were calling
While the heart was at peace and life tranquil

23. And the soul free of cares of love was vacant
As company was filled with its comforts

24. Days where my wine was bitter to taste
No longer, and its roses are fragrant and pure

25. Do not wonder that my eyes weep blood
For it oozes from the veins of my heart