1. The cup contains a wine that graces the grape,
Wandering when attributed to it,

2. A father attained honor through his son,
Beyond the carpenter's and the noble's reach.

3. Its intoxication steals minds, while its
Sobriety returns to us the theft.

4. The worries of the afflicted leave when he sees
A cup whose rising is gold.

5. Its names are many, but the best in my view
Is the joy of the friend and music.

6. Nothing mixes with wine like it,
Of what the vine contains.

7. A mouth smiler in its approach,
Sweet, gentle, as if struck.

8. An enchanting glance from its observer,
Who borrowed its radiance from embers.

9. It possesses beauty and grace, so in
The vine some of what it grants.

10. The harshness of estrangement is sweetened by its traits,
And every beloved agony is sweet.

11. Indian, its glances have not ceased
To be groomed by Arabic eyelids.

12. Rise, bring it here, bring it here in dedication,
Eras and epochs have passed over it.

13. A sun of wine, a moon is striving with it,
Over late regrets as if they were embers.

14. Its observer imagines it in cups
A sky with its stars being the seeds.