In the purity of wine, O cupbearer, show our true color

Annihilate us so that both worlds may be freed from our shame

Appoint the wind of wine from your grace so that it may fly

Us in the air, so that our stone may accept lightness

With the bay horse of wine, make the soul ride the path of love

So that what is one step for us may be two hundred leagues

Release this soul of ours with a large cup of wine, for

Blood dripped from the nose and eyes of our hanging heart

O cupbearer, go faster, do you not see that many

Of our lame thoughts are running behind

In joy, thoughts are a millstone, soul-melting

Take this millstone of ours from the middle of the road

Strike in the melody of the love of Shams al-Din Tabrizi

O musician of Tabriz, our harp in the curtain of lovers