From the beginning of today, the companions of the tavern

Are your guests, O king and sultan of the tavern

What day is today, tell me, a day of happiness

Who is this qibla of the heart, tell me, O soul of the tavern

The heart of lovers is never under anyone's command

For it is intoxicated and ruined, under the command of the tavern

A hundred Venuses came forth from secrets with a voice

Rise from the cloud, O radiant moon of the tavern

We fear nothing from the lip and teeth of death

Since we have come to life from the laughing idol of the tavern

The intoxicated soul sets its belongings on an ox and comes to love

For these belongings, pawn them at the doorkeeper of the tavern

Every soul that gives its heart to Shams of Tabriz, the truth

He is a disbeliever in himself and a Muslim of the tavern