Wake up the drunkards

For the sake of the life-like wine

O cupbearer of the wine of eternity

Take it from the ancient jar

It does not pass through the throat

But it opens the tongue

Make the soul like musk, O cupbearer

That noble, knower of the unseen soul

Then draw towards those morning drinkers

That musk, light of heart, heavy of spirit

And from the cups of your intoxicated eyes

Give to so-and-so, son of so-and-so

Give wine from eye to eye

So that the mouth itself does not know

For the cupbearer passes it in such a way

Hidden in the gathering of wine

Hurry, for the eye, particle by particle

Has sought that which is manifest

Bring that navel of musk

Rend open the navel of the sky

For the overpowering scents of that musk

Left no patience for the Josephs

When the letter arrived, make a prostration

To the shining Shams Tabriz