1. Hasten to stand at the meadows and basil,
For standing at the ruins is no glory.

2. Weep not for a picture or remnants,
And head for juice like the rooster's regretful eye.

3. A morning draught, when water mixes in,
Smells like an apple among the milk.

4. Like musk if it spills, and amber if it pours,
It tells, when blended, a necklace of coral.

5. A pure, sparkling, chaste white,
Repelling illness with generosity.

6. A generosity whose palm fronds on its trees
Appear like the forelocks of Ethiopians on harvest day.

7. No hand has touched it since it was picked,
Nor tortured by smoking and fire.

8. Until when it was tapped its juice flowed
Into the depths of a vat like heated honey.

9. Around it a bald, broken guard,
A worn horse the brother of ashes and straw.

10. A chain of flavor, aged wine
With drinking it the shopkeeper advised me.

11. Strained, tasting of musk, loud like a bottle,
It dispels cares from the throat of the heated.

12. She is the bride, if slowly mixed,
And if forced upon her, Satan's sister.

13. She would then froth in the cup from his hand
Like rubies of pairs and singles.

14. Her bubbles rise in the drinker’s face
Like creeping insects roused in pastures.

15. Until when the cups line up and lean
Like the white of goblets of princely Kaiwan.

16. We left the shaded camel when we rose,
Sprawled in the remains of the ruined encampment.