1. A day of misty spray, curtains drawn closed
In it, happiness laughs from the thickets

2. And a gathering whose curtains are lowered
Upon the suns of splendor and pedigree

3. Our steeds have trotted gently
In their gait, or they yearned for the thickets

4. Our fire blazed, its sight
Suffices you from any wondrous sight

5. When it showers sparks and chases after them
Upon its embers, the flames leap

6. You see a jeweled lattice
From which the gold finches take flight

7. It circled the goblet, intoxicated
Dazzling the cheeks with love

8. Journey to the gathering where have smiled
The gardens of beauty and refinement