1. O master unrivaled in his virtues,
A creation that has no match,

2. O giver of wealth while fortunes fail,
Withholder of fate from the neighbor,

3. Why am I thirsty for clear wine in Eden
When your generous hand flows there?

4. So let me quench my thirst with pure clarity,
Drawing a draft made mellow by its aging,

5. As though fine musk were sprinkled on it
When your honor sheds repute’s garb.