It’s dawn, and dew is dripping from the winter clouds
Tune the morning lute and bring a full cup of wine
I’ve fallen into the sea of me and you, bring me
Wine to free me from this me and you
The blood of the wine drinker is lawful to shed
Be in the service of your beloved, for it is a duty to do
O cupbearer, be at hand, for sorrow is lurking
Keep the musician playing this same tune
Give me wine so that the lute may whisper in my ear
Enjoy yourself and listen to this old, crooked tune
O cupbearer, give wine to the carefree revelers
So that you may hear from the singer’s voice, “Huwa al-Ghani” (He is the Rich)