Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.

A drink is shorter than a tale

Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.