Now I see the wisdom of the time in this

To move to the tavern and sit happily

I take the cup and distance myself from the hypocrites

Meaning I choose pure-hearted people from the world

I had no companion except the wine flask and the book

So I see fewer deceitful companions in the world

I will raise my head in freedom from people like the cypress

If it is possible to gather my skirt from the world

So much that I boasted of piety in a stained cloak

I am ashamed before the cupbearer and the colorful wine

My narrow chest and the burden of his sorrow, alas

My poor heart is not fit for this heavy burden

Whether I am a rogue of the tavern or a city ascetic

These goods you see are mine, and I am less than this

I am a servant of Asaf's covenant, do not lead my heart astray

For if I speak, heaven will seek my revenge

My heart is covered with oppression, O God, do not approve

That my love-ornamented mirror may become tarnished