Be thou a surge of wine, and the crystal cup thy robe !
Shatter the mirror of fear,
Break the bottles in the bazaar
Like the reed-flute, bring a message from the reed-bed
Give to Majnun a message from the tribe of Laila!
Create a new style for thy song,
Enrich the assembly with thy piercing strains
Up, and re-inspire every living soul
Say ‘Arise !’ and by that word quicken the living
Up, and set thy feet on another path
Put aside the passionate melancholy of old !
Become familiar with the delight of singing; bell of the caravan, awake!”