1. His chalice is the ornament of youth's play,
With the ways of love, a knot for reins,

2. A frightened gazelle under fierce stones,
A full moon among auspicious stars,

3. My slumber was between a cup and a meadow,
So my pillow became between a glance and a sword,

4. And if it weren't for a relative enchanted by my poems,
No specter would have tried visiting a sleeping person