1. The joy of wine did not last,
Rather it was followed by worries and gloom.

2. And the cup trips from cup to cup,
Regret is an utterance that came from regret.

3. It did not stop being reckless with it jokingly,
Until it bent, destitute, from nonexistence.

4. How can it still be a drinker,
With family after the nightcaps and servants?

5. It came rushing to its mouth with it,
Until it climbed, its flesh overflowing with blood.

6. The skin and bones are expanded for it,
Layers congealed blood with blood.

7. Murdered yet laughing in the present,
Trampled in the past by feet.

8. The secret was revealed after its concealment,
By one saying, by time and antiquity.

9. Neither meadows nor flowers nor
The steps of the gardens of returned Aad endured.