At this moment, I see it fit
To take my belongings to the tavern and sit comfortably.
I’ll take a cup of wine and distance myself from the hypocritical
Meaning, I will choose the pure-hearted from the people of the world.
Except for my decanter and my book, I shall have no companion or friend
So that I may see fewer deceitful companions in the world.
I will lift my head above the people like a cypress in freedom
If it grants me the hand to gather my skirts from the world.
I have boasted of righteousness while wearing a soiled robe for so long
I am ashamed of the wine server’s face and the colorful wine.
My narrow chest and the burden of his sorrow, alas
My poor heart is not a man for this heavy load.
Whether I am a rogue of the tavern or a saint of the city
These are my belongings that you see, and they are less than that.
I am a servant of the era's Asaf, do not turn my heart from the path
For if I speak, the heavens will seek vengeance.
There is dust of oppression on my heart, O God, do not allow
For my mirror of love to become cloudy.