1. Wine is afforded by your mouth,
And your cheek affords rose.

2. And you, O Rim, are so gentle,
In you, sleep is scattered.

3. Do not deny my murder, for
My blood on your cheek bears witness.

4. Am I handing the sword of the young man,
My blood which you are wearing?

5. O paradise, où dwells enchantment,
And its fire keeps burning.

6. Why am I intoxicated with youth,
And passion, while you resist?