Wine worship is the way
of the ocean-hearted, O friend,
and the game of love
is the art of the perfected ones, O friend.
The soft and pampered
are not admitted to the gathering of drunks;
proud airs and impatience
are the way of intellectuals, O friend.
Idol breaking is the creed
of the rendan alone;
idol worship is the religion
of the futile, O friend.
The boastful are not privy
to the path of loving-kindness;
our retreat is far removed
from such unworthy ones, O friend.
Do not seek erudition and logic
in the circle of the people of love;
those fables are taught
only by the learned, O friend.
If you belong at our banquet
then drink and be silent;
brawling in drunkenness
is the manner of the ignorant, O friend.
Nurbakhsh drank vats of wine
and still remained silent.
Whoever acts disgracefully in drinking
lacks discipline, O friend.