O cupbearer of the soul, fill that former cup,

That stealer of hearts, that guide on the path to faith.

From that wine that rises from the heart and mingles with the soul,

Its boiling makes intoxicated the eye that sees God.

That grape wine is for the community of Jesus,

And this wine of victory is for the community of Yasin (Muhammad).

There are jars of that wine, there are jars of this wine,

Until you break that jar, you will never taste this one.

That wine, except for one moment, does not make the heart without sorrow,

(While this wine) never draws out sorrow, never creates enmity.

One drop from this cup will make your work like gold,

My life be sacrificed for this golden cup.

This state, if it exists, is mostly at dawn,

The time that overthrows the bed and pillow.

Beware that a bad companion does not deceive you with temptation,

Until you break, through weakness, the covenant of kings.

If you receive a wound on your face, seek another wound,

What can Rostam do in the line of a bouquet of roses and eglantine?