None other in this tavern is,
Saqi, to share my mysteries;
Am I the first (O who can tell)
Conceived in heaven, on earth to dwell?

Awhile this spent and weary frame
Thou makest dust; and on the same
Scattcrest water; lo I see
Fire in the ashes presently

Bring me that fortune ever new,
The cup where lies the world to view,
For, in the palace of the East,
Another Jamshid sits to feast.