Where am I, and where is advice? Pass the wine around, O cupbearer!

Pour that life-increasing cup upon my soul, O cupbearer!

Place the cup of life in my hand, O reliever of lovers!

Far from the lips of strangers, bring it forth secretly, O cupbearer!

Give bread to the bread-eater, that greedy, helpless one,

That lover of the bread shop, put him to sleep in a corner, O cupbearer!

O soul of the soul of the soul of our soul, we have not come for bread!

Do not act like a beggar in the banquet of the Sultan, O cupbearer!

First, take that moon-like cup, place it on the palm of that old man,

When the old man becomes drunk, turn towards the intoxicated ones, O cupbearer!

Be harsh, O hope, where is intoxication, where is shame?

And if you have shame, scatter a cup upon shame, O cupbearer!

Arise, O cupbearer, come, O enemy of shame and modesty!

So that our fortune may become laughing, come forward laughing, O cupbearer!