1. Give me the wine in ruby like gold,
Yellow with pearls of love floating upon it.

2. The sun of wine when water mixes with it,
With blending, adorns the sky of the cup with stars.

3. The best the cupbearer ever perfumed in his cup
Was the son of clouds with the daughter of grapes.

4. The lute woos while we are the witnesses and the sound
Of the reed pipe passionately dressed like a lover.

5. Until we see the drinker of ruby wine out of rapture
As though he were the owner of Pleiades in Aleppo.

6. From the hand of a charming Turkish cupbearer his glances
Are smoother than pomegranate blossom and bending branches.

7. Sweet of pillow, shaking the cushions, with
Yearning of robes earnestly and playfully.

8. When he turns the wine-skin smiling,
He makes the immature to be men of war while he is a boy.

9. His glances shoot from the bow of his eyebrow
Arrows with which people fight in war and in battle.

10. And the wine never entered in my generous brother
Except it was influenced by the smile of excellence and courtesy.

11. So he is generous with what his fingers contain,
Alive with pleasure among the companions, dead in anger.