Dawn begins to break; the clouds gather like flocks of sheep. Oh, friends, wine! Wine!
Dewdrops pearl upon the tulips; O friends, morning wine! Wine!
The zephyr from the heavenly abode blows across the meadow. Oh, drink! Drink! Drink evermore of limpid wine.
Intertwined flowers form a golden throne upon the grass; oh, seize such a moment, delight in this flame-coloured wine.
Now the tavern door is shut; open it, Thou who openest every door.
It is strange that in such a season they should be so eager to shut the tavern doors.
If, like Alexander, thou dost claim eternal life, seek it upon the rosy lips of this ravishing beauty.
Yes, thy lips, thy lovely lips had the right to pour upon the burning wounds of my heart all the salt with which they are imbued.
Dewdrops pearl upon the tulips; O friends, morning wine! Wine!
The zephyr from the heavenly abode blows across the meadow. Oh, drink! Drink! Drink evermore of limpid wine.
Intertwined flowers form a golden throne upon the grass; oh, seize such a moment, delight in this flame-coloured wine.
Now the tavern door is shut; open it, Thou who openest every door.
It is strange that in such a season they should be so eager to shut the tavern doors.
If, like Alexander, thou dost claim eternal life, seek it upon the rosy lips of this ravishing beauty.
Yes, thy lips, thy lovely lips had the right to pour upon the burning wounds of my heart all the salt with which they are imbued.
O Hafiz, grieve not, for fortune, that beloved mistress, will surely raise her veil in thy favour at last.