O musician of the heart, for the sake of companionship

Play a mournful tune in the depths of the melody

Turn your face to the meadow and look at the face of the flower

Become a companion to the spring nightingale

Do you know what lives and ecstasies there are

In the gathering of love, to sacrifice one's life

When you have seen the countless fortune

Entrust to it the counting of moments

O soul, you have become the prey of a beloved

Who will bring to life a prey that lasts forever

O cupbearer, my heart is weary of work

It is time, give me a potent wine

Adorn me and the gathering

You are the one who is worthy of being a wine-holder

There is a hidden feast for such companions

There is no place for other wine-drinking