1. And a night of intimacy, from us desire woke
So it shook, yearning, the heavy shoulders

2. With a branch you see the fall of fingers above
As diligently you wove them, o spiders

3. We amassed the multitudes of melody from it, so they came
Like regiments following their footsteps, regiments

4. And the cups turned with us, until it was as if we
Were tanks and the cups of wine were planets

5. Shading us with mist, a fire and amber
And sprinkling us with perfume, meteors shooting stars

6. To the likes of this intimacy mounts one sitting
Astride, to meet it, and sits, riding