It is morning, O Saqi, fill the goblet with wine

The orbit of the heavens does not delay, make haste

Before this mortal world falls into ruin

Make us drunk from the crimson wine goblet

The sun has risen from the east of the cup

If you seek the leaf of joy, abandon sleep

On the day when the wheel makes jugs from our clay

Beware, fill our skulls with wine

We are not men of asceticism, repentance, and miracles

Address us with a clear wine goblet

The right action is wine-worship, O Hafez

Rise and firmly decide to do the right action