The wine is in it, and the soul is in it

How much I desire it, arise and give it to me to drink

This is the secret of the beloved, this is the coquetry of the beloved

It is the voice of the beloved, arise and give it to me to drink

I have attained my revenge, I have kissed my neighbor

And my fire has increased, arise and give it to me to drink

The lip has risen to a kiss, it has become a pair of sugar

It has become even more thirsty, arise and give it to me to drink

God is the protector, and fortune is the cupbearer

What a blessed meeting, arise and give it to me to drink

However much my beloved takes me in his embrace

I am restless, arise and give it to me to drink

The compassionate cupbearer generously gives from my cup

He swears by my head, arise and give it to me to drink

The wind gave me a sweet tidings in my ear

From that free cypress, arise and give it to me to drink

A cup that turns the minds of the drunkards

Hides from them, arise and give it to me to drink

He said, 'I am sweet,' and he said, 'Taste'

We are in contention, arise and give it to me to drink