1. Do not pass by the ruins of the abodes
And give me to drink the delicate wine

2. Their masters have died and their villages are lost
And time has clad them in the garb of separation

3. So it is a virgin as if it were everything
Good, pleasant, delicious, shady

4. Freed in the vats until it gained
The light of the morning sun and the coolness of shade

5. And by the life of wine, if you said about it
That in it is a place for speech