1. Rise, my boy, and bring it to me
Red, for the apple is red

2. As red as your cheek amidst the meadows
As smooth as your sculpted brow

3. As though it were, with its blend, a bud
Crowning its head with a bejeweled wreath

4. The full moon of nightfall molded it
The spheres formed the absolving star’s gem

5. As though the palm of its turner
Were, from my red wine's hue, saffronized