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Into the tavern came, cup in hand, Yon sweetheart of mine
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It may be, o heart, that the doors Of the winehouses they shall open
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If life last me and the tavern I once more attain another
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From the Elder of the Magians This pronouncement do I hold
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Hands we lift anights to heaven, So a prayer that we may make
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Come, comrade, come, that roses strew And wine in bowl that cast we may
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Glad that day will be when, parting, From this waste abode go I
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By the Vizier's soul and the ancient right And the covenant firm I swear
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Come, so the spirit's fragrance That I may retrace from that cheek
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Lo, by thy bright eye's magic, O happy-favoured fair
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