1. A torch in her graceful hand, or a planet
Whose dawn splits away the darkness

2. The scent of musk has wafted from her breaths
Sweetening the dissolving gloom

3. They said it was morning, and I replied "Come near with the cup!"
For through it, I draw nearer to her

4. Give me not milk, for I have
In every valley, teats that can be milked

5. Provisions for life, though bitter for its length
Are counted by hands that find the tallying troublesome

6. In my head, a vertigo climbs intoxicated
Playing havoc with reason, wantonly

7. A surah from her cup turned round my mind
Until the earth beneath me spun about

8. I came to her while night still blanketed all
Gently peeled away by the retiring dusk

9. The air arrived layered in its finery
A rainbow bent over its shoulder, leaning askew

10. It struck, amusing my boon companion with cups
Whose drops from it would freeze if spilt

11. And mankind in drinking wine, so wait
For the joy of spirit, the exquisite hour