1. The passing breeze has quenched my thirst for some time
I go and come back to the cups like a suckling babe

2. When the pourer stirred them, they mixed their sheen
With gentle swaying and fervor for it and yearning

3. Night's wings brought them to us, and they left
Their rays making the unwise night prone

4. And when they wanted to raid sorrow
They poured on it armor of loved ones