1. Entwine me with the vines' tendrils,
And let me drink from the chalice of the wise mother.

2. For she drinks the wine undiluted
In a great glass vessel.

3. Spare me the harm of any scoundrel,
For I know not the evil of a boon companion.

4. But if among the revelers there is a noble one,
Let him taste some of the bliss.

5. Would that my share of women were perfect,
For my Salma is my heaven and delight.

6. So cease blaming me for her,
For he who blames me is not wise.