Arise and adorn the morning

Make our side full of splendor

Bring forth the colorful wine

O beautiful cupbearer, beautiful of face

He asked me, "Who is the cupbearer?"

He is sugar and a thousand pounds of halva

Pour out that cup full of ardor

For the impossible temptation of the traveler

That wine which, if a sparrow drinks from it

Will make it aim to hunt a phoenix

Before the heaviness arrives

Jump lightly and come among us

Revolve and give light like the moon

Give red wine to that Humayra

Make us all drunk and clapping

And then watch the spectacle

In the revolution and ways of the drunkards

In the brawls in the heights

One hand thrown around the neck of another

For that is my king and beloved and master

He too has taken a face like a flower

And is kissing the sole of his friend's foot

This purse opened from generosity

That you may spend without fear

He has also thrown down his turban and robe

That you may pawn this tomorrow

It has no hundred mothers or hundred fathers

That love that boils there

This wine came from the principles of kinship

That from intoxication, such enemies became friends

That brawl is in the wine of this world

Such things are not in the feast of God

Neither uproar nor vomiting nor war

There is only a cupbearer and wine to adorn the gathering

Be silent, for from the intoxication of the infidel self

It says, "There is no god but God"