The morning of fortune is rising, where is the cup like the sun?

Where can there be a better opportunity than this? Give me the cup of wine.

A house free of worry, a companion as the cupbearer, and a witty minstrel

It is the season of joy, the turn of the goblet, and the era of youth.

For the delight of nature and the adornment of beauty and joy

The combination of a golden cup with molten ruby is delightful.

From the imagination of the grace of wine, the nimble cupbearer of nature

Hides the rosewater pleasantly in the heart of the rose petal.

The beloved and the minstrel with hand-waving and the drunkards dancing

The wink of the cupbearer has stolen sleep from the eyes of the wine-lovers.

Until that moon became the buyer of Hafez's verses in cash

The melody of the harp reaches Venus's ear every moment.