1. The winter's hand was shortened by burning embers,
And the sister of embers - the one of pure nectar.

2. You see it scattered the ashes with its cheeks,
Like camphor sprinkled on the beloved.

3. The cup went round in the hand of one graceful,
Slender in stature, known for his grace.

4. He adorns a smile with a pearl lip
Pierced with rubies of carnelian.

5. I saw the cup in his hand, in it
The wings of night turning away the company.

6. So in his mouth a crescent in sunset
And in his hand the Pleiades in sunrise.

7. He gives me drink and sips from a nectar
Worthy to resemble the beloved.

8. As if the cup in his hand, and in it
Ruby in ruby in ruby.