1. If fortune smiles and sorrow departs,
And we are drunk with cups of desire,

2. And the season of joy draws near for me,
O mistress of the lute, take up singing!

3. And stir with your voice whatever has fallen silent.
Arise, my boon companion! The season of nearness has come,

4. And replace despair for us with hope,
And do not fear the darkness of gloomy night,

5. For the dawn has colored the shirt of darkness
With what we have colored it.

6. The beauty of existence charmed me, bewildered,
And my repentance, I gave it to the blamer,

7. I rejoiced, passionately in love with passion,
And a people won repentance yet I did not

8. Repent of repentance except me.