Oh cup-bearer! Open the door of the tavern to me,
From lecture and discussion from hypocricy and asceticism make me needless.
Put on my way a strand of your curly hair,
Of science, mosque, lecture and prayer rid me.
David-like, singing and playing bring forth the goblet,
Unawareof the up and down and the pain of status indifferent me make.
Unveil the beloved’s beautiful face and tress,
Alien of Ka‘bah and the Land of Hijāz.
Fill up brimfully my jar from that pure wine,
From “Safa” turn the heart towards the plundering idol.
I feel miserable due to the beloved’s separation,
To the curative cup of wine invite me.