1. The gray hair laughed in the corners of darkness
And cried out to you, blamer of the blamers

2. So serve it to me, a draft, daughter of ten (years old)
In whose body the nourishment of the unlawful crept

3. Of a potion like the rising full moon, no, but
It eclipses the full moon in the porch of darkness

4. Serve it to me as you described, my friend
Before a young tender, gentle-worded gazelle

5. Its eyelashes taught magic, captivating
Its youthful radiance is the color of wine

6. Its face the full moon and the wine a full moon
Oh two full moons composed in a system

7. Whenever the cups turned around, it sang
Who for a passionate heart, intense with yearning?

8. Leave the description of trifles for the miserable
And serve it to me, a draft, in peace