1. It is the goblet shining in your hands,
So what troubles you about its wine?

2. You looked at it and pushed it away
As if death lies in its drops

3. Have you not tasted it before this evening
And chatted tipsily in its intoxication?

4. Its taste was sweet when you were a youth,
And all the youth were in its bitterness

5. You were given it from a hand that was
Nothing but the wind blowing in its embers

6. It evaporated! So this is the fantasy of her
Whom you frolicked and sang in her den

7. And I scooped it just as
You would breathe in your love from its fragrance

8. You stood by it, distracted and pensive,
As the night tells you its secret

9. Your place in it is as it was yesterday,
And that is your dwelling in its chambers

10. And traces of your tears atop the pillow,
And atop the dishevelled from its cover

11. So have you truly tasted life’s clarity,
And the melting of happiness in her mouth?

12. If the door opens in the darkness
Then how do you hurl yourself at her chest?

13. And how did her waist fold over your arms
And your hands passed over her hair?

14. And what’s this? A tremor in your hands?
Or does the goblet shake from the memory?

15. And what's on your brow, o son of fantasy?
Are there marks telling of her betrayal?

16. The human body has defiled
A life you sought to purify

17. Art cries in you for a poet
Whose soul questions his revenge

18. You descended with it serenely, though so much dishonour
A ray that sets in its grave

19. You raised your magnificent statues
And smashed them on her rock

20. So leave the flower of the earth, o son of the sky,
For you are innocent of its evil

21. Your processions are in the high clouds
And above the gleaming from its blossoms

22. So stretch your wings above life,
And unleash your anthem at its dawn