1. Not swords so sharp, but eyes whose glance
Brought joy with every smile and dance

2. Though slim the waist desire enhanced
Our souls lament privation’s lance

3. Sick longing makes our eyelids sag
We lions, turned to grazing stag

4. How many stags mid ruin pranced?
How many heroes death entranced?

5. Pour, cupbearer, the night is frail
Give us that drink we know so well

6. Ships of life’s wine pour out again
After the barbs of parting’s pain

7. Sweet is your wine after despair
Bear us a moment’s rest and care

8. What is with us, gazelle eyed fawn?
Spent we are, loving you till dawn

9. Ask not, my temptress, of our state
Lost in your love, we meet our fate

10. Your eyes have plucked all joy away
Since in your cheeks bright wine held sway

11. Grant us, sweet one, a meeting here
Joyous, serene, without a fear

12. I pine, while others joy obtain
Yet I alone no bliss attain

13. But chanting songs to God is best
Sweet melodies bring joy and rest

14. My wish to see all turn to prayer
Assembled on the mountain there