O lovers, O lovers, the time of union and encounter has arrived

A call has come from the sky, "O moon-faced ones, the best!"

O intoxicated ones, O intoxicated ones, joy has come, dragging its skirts

We have taken hold of his chain, and he has taken hold of our skirts

The fiery wine has arrived, O demon of sorrow, sit in a corner

O soul that contemplates death, go away, O eternal cupbearer, come in

O you by whom the seven heavens are intoxicated, we are a pawn in your hand

O our being is from your being, a hundred thousand welcomes

O sweet-breathed musician, shake the bell every moment

O joy, not on horseback, but strike our souls, O zephyr

O sound of the sweet-voiced flute, in your sound is the taste of sugar

The scent of faithfulness comes to me, evening and dawn, from your sound

Begin once more, arrange those melodies

Show coquetry to all the beautiful ones, O sun of happy encounter

Be silent, do not tear the veil, drink the dregs of the silent ones

Be forgiving, be forgiving, adopt the forbearance of God