saki ! whit the light of wine , up_kindle the cup of ours
minstrel! speak , saying ,"the world's work hath gone to the desire of ours"
in the cup, we have beheld the reflection of the face of the beloved
o thou void of knowledge of the joy of the perpetual wine_drinking of ours
never dieth that one , whose heart is alive whit love
on the world's record, is written the everlasting existence of ours