O cupbearer, bring forth the essence of the grape in the cup

Bring it in the morning for the lightly intoxicated, the sleepy ones

Throw one by one into the water all, both wet and dry

Test in the fire both wood and aloeswood

Send a branch of the water of life towards the salt marsh

Like the sweetbriar rose, make laugh the thorn worn out by sorrow

Make the nightingales drunk, the musicians lion-seizing

So that they may harmonize together the melody of David

O wind-measurer, give water to your own wind-measurers

Blindness to that greed for more who measured less

Also strike for the pure ones that pain that causes pain

Also eat with the Sufis the smoke-free paludeh (a kind of sweet)

Do not bring wine, bring that from which wine boiled

That whose boiling brought into existence every being

From that wine that threw a hundred camels into dance in the mountain

From that wine that gives light to the rejected heart

Every morning we have a feast from you, especially this morning

That from your generosity you scatter the promised wine

Scatter so much that we are scattered from existence

So that every messenger may find his purpose in annihilation

Like a water-filled eye seeing in itself the sun and the moon

Like Ayaz's eye seeing in itself the existence of Mahmud

O Shams Tabrizi, rise from the well of the West, an Easterner

Like a morning that brings forth the sword of the praised one