Comrades, raise your glass to the maidens,
A toast, a triple toast! --
Life is doubly sweet for us
When they walk along on our arm,
A young man steps along more proudly.
He would like to have everything, everything,
In order to give it to her immediately,
Even if it were [the entire world]1.
Lovely maidens, sweet maidens!
Comrades, raise your glass!

  Comrades, etc.
If you wish to write poetry, if you wish to sing,
Without them nothing can succeed;
What came off, dies off
[If, from the lips of the sweet one,
Our songs do not greet us again,
As a kiss greets the deepest]2 spirit.
Lovely maidens etc.

  Comrades, etc.
When their lips smilingly sip
The foam from our champagne,
Ah, only then does true foam arise;
Then in our deepest hearts
Desire and the pain of love foam up,
And one hardly thinks of the wine. 
Lovely maidens etc.

  Comrades, etc.
Ecstasy to swing them in your arms,
To sprain your limbs,
When music delivers of its best.
Such a secret pressing of hands,
Such surreptitious gazes of love,
That does one good for many days.
Lovely etc.

  Comrades, etc.
Ah, what would our days be
But the evil plague of eternal work,
If there did not exist such cozy female neighbours?
Well! At the window one sees more clearly;
To be sure, the work does not go any faster,
But the heart feels uplifted.
Lovely etc.

  Comrades, etc.
Were the day to be borne, --
For humans must toil much, --
Brothers! But ah, -- the night!
What can be compared to 
Once awaking
In such dear, soft arms?
Lovely etc.

  Comrades, etc.
Everyone is to greet his own,
And the poet [is to greet] all sweet ones!
Quickly empty your glasses!
Drink! and then throw all of them against the wall!
Let it crash, let it resound!
No one is ever to drink from them again!
[No one is to drink who does not
Like us, raise his glass to the maidens!]3