When you have drunk from the cup of the eternal cupbearer, O heart

That you cry out in revelry every moment

Perhaps you heard from Venus, O heart, at the time of dawn

That 'I have prepared a special feast; the call to joy, the call to joy!'

Affliction is correct, drink its affliction and keep raining down (tears)

Why do you flee in the end? Your flight is (itself) affliction

The ascetic, with the cup in his hand, has no fear of the people

He sits among the people, in a state of intoxication

What a cup, that does not even appear in the physical eye

From the hand of the cupbearer of meaning, you too, drink, hail!