1. Quench me, if you quench me, with a great cup
Of delicious drink, not a small one,

2. Of matured wine which silence has hushed
For an epoch of time after prolonged murmuring,

3. Babylonian, pure, feminine, bending
Now this way, now that, inclined to masculinity,

4. In decanters of prostration like the water jars
Fearfully sheltering from the hawks,

5. So when the cups circulated amongst us,
They blew into our noses the fragrance,

6. And with us was the refined son of Rabab,
Guardian of those who confess, an ocean of oceans,

7. Fashioned by his Lord for generosity and forbearance
And whatever you wish of modesty and goodness.