1. I bought pleasure for a night,
Sold my reason and religion in it.

2. In it longing struck the heart of passion
And care slept poor within it.

3. We mixed with the morning breeze
A breeze of rest and fragrances.

4. In cups of rest stars when
They sparkled in our hands fell in us.

5. Our cups laugh in the goblet,
And as they laugh they make us cry.

6. It's as if their tops when they bump
Tie turbans in the cup.