1. With my soul that was stingy with her radiance toward us
And said, regarding other than the beloveds, we have no care

2. And when we took up the cups, she was generous
To me with a cup whose top was chipped

3. So we spent the night, and the Pleiades danced above us
And were it not for the cup's chip, the dance would not have been so fine

4. So do not reckon devotion that I asked her for calm
For in my heart from longing for her ankle bracelet is a sting