O cupbearer, you are the fulfiller of needs

Give a wine that brings about consideration

I have become so from intoxication and ruin

That I cannot distinguish indications from expressions

My father has dedicated me to the wine jar

My mother made me free in the taverns

God closed my two ears so that I might escape

From the state of yesterday, tomorrow, and superstitions

The street of the discerning is transformed

For there the custom is obedience and slips

In this street, the headman is an eternal king

He has swept this street clean of afflictions