1. A crystal cup, where burning thirst is quenched,
As duty prompts, beside the tavern bench,

2. Silver, with golden bubbles overstrewn,
Snow chilled, like pearls that sparkling move in moon,

3. A scent of musk I fancied it let fall,
Part mounting, part descending in the ball,

4. The draught seemed troubled, when the cup went round,
As though a diving whale therein were drowned.