1. Rise, let's greet the morn, for nights of union are moonlit,
As if dawn's gathering has lit their darkness.

2. And time in its heedlessness has slept, its events
Lulled, till song awakened us to pleasure.

3. See how four joys for revelry are gathered:
Wine and lute and pipe and tuned guitar.

4. So seize some joy from life while rapture lasts,
For all delight must fade, but tales remain.