It is morning

صبح است و ژاله می‌چکد از ابر بهمنی

It is morning, and the dew drips from the winter cloud;

برگ صبوح ساز و بده جام یک منی

prepare the morning draught, and give me a full measure.

در بحر مایی و منی افتاده‌ام، بیار

I have fallen into the sea of "we" and "I"; bring

می تا خلاص بخشدم از مایی و منی

wine, so it may free me from "we" and "I".

خون پیاله خور که حلال است خون او

Drink the blood of the cup, for its blood is lawful;

در کار یار باش که کاری‌ست کردنی

busy yourself with the beloved's work, for it is a work worth doing.

ساقی به دست باش که غم در کمین ماست

Saqi, stay close at hand, for grief lies in ambush for us;

مطرب نگاه دار همین ره که می‌زنی

minstrel, keep to this very tune you are playing.

می ده که سر به گوش من آورد چنگ و گفت

Give wine, for the harp bent its head to my ear and said,

«خوش بگذران و بشنو از این پیر منحنی»

"Live sweetly, and listen to this bent old man."

ساقی به بی‌نیازی رندان که می بده

Saqi, by the rends' freedom from need, give wine,

تا بشنوی ز صوت مغنی «هو الغنی»

so that you may hear in the singer's voice: "He is the Self-Sufficient."