Today, give extravagantly of that pure wine,

Disrupt and disorder this rushing wheel of fate.

Even if the unseen cup is hidden from sight,

Intoxication and ruin cannot be concealed.

O love, whose profession is joy, with beautiful words and beautiful thoughts,

Remove the veil from the face of that king who wears a veil.

So that shouts may rise, O fortunate one, from this side and from that side,

Lift up, O rose-cheeked one, the jug and the wine!

If you do not wish the rose garden to become manifest,

Then why did you open the shop of rose water?

Since you have taken us out of our senses and set this stream flowing,

Throw the water-born duckling into the water sooner!

We are like sown fields, O soul, sprung up in this field,

With dry lips and souls seeking the rain from the clouds.

On every side, a new messenger says, "You will not attain (your desire), go away!"

Say "There is no power nor strength except with God" over that ravenous crow!

O sedition of every soul, a purse for every simpleton,

(You have) stolen the rebec from the hand of Abu Bakr, the rebec player!

Today I desire so much that you make intoxicated and foolish

This newly arrived soul and that rhetorical intellect.

O our water of life, become manifest like the resurrection, even though

The milk of a she-camel is the wolfish soul for the Arab.

O you whose glory and beauty are pleasing, be silent and hold your breath,

Do not make every heedless sleeper aware of us.