Since neither truth nor certainty is granted
You cannot sit in doubtful hope all your life;
Let us be careful not to set the wine-cup aside,
Since a man is in ignorance, drunk or sober.
Lit.
or,
I was asleep, a wise man said to me
‘The rose of joy does not bloom for slumberers;
Why are you asleep?  Sleep is the image of death,
Drink wine, below the ground you must sleep of necessity.’
Lit.
or,
At dawn came a calling from the tavern
Hark drunken mad man of the cavern
Arise; let us fill with wine one more turn
Before destiny fills our cup, our urn.
Lit.
or,
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
“When all the Temple is prepared within,
“Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside?”
FitzGerald  1889
or,
Out from our inn, one morn, a voice came roaring, - “Up!
Sots, scamps, and madmen!  Quit your heavy snoring! Up!
Come, pour we out a measure full of wine, and drink!
The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
Ere yet the measure’s brimmed for us they’re pouring up."
Kerney  1888
or,
Unless we now clap together in unison,
Kicking joyously Sorrow on the back,
Rising before dawn for a last round,
Many dawns will break, my friend, when we shall no longer be around.
Karim Emami  1988
or,
Poor homeless men that have no other home,
Unto the wine-shop early are we come,
Since darkling dawn have we been waiting here,
Waiting and waiting for the day to come.
Le Gallienne  1901