1. We have wine, not from date palms
But from lofty date trees

2. Noble ones in the sky, tall of stature
Their fruits evaded the hands of harvesters

3. Young females with udders in their necks
That drip into the palms of milkmaids

4. Fecund ones, beyond count, unseen
Barren in the salty years

5. Their pastures are the orbit, the belly of Gemini
To the bank of Andromeda then the Euphrates

6. An inheritance from the ancients of our ancestors
The free people, the generous folk

7. With it we satisfy the hand of favor from us
And have patience for necessary rights

8. So when cancer appeared to you reciting
Like sheep stars in single file

9. There emerged amidst the locks in their arms
Growth like rising palms

10. Then the palms split and in them
I found pearls, well-arranged

11. And time still flows in their valleys
With the pollinating winds blowing

12. The emerald returned green until
It made the butting rams believe it

13. So when Sirius rose for the Crab
At dawn from the time of early morning

14. The ruby appeared and owed allegiance
To it in deep red or yellow

15. So when the misfortune of their mother returned malignant
I sent their gardens pollinators

16. And the choicest of what they harvest from it
Was stored in jars like honored men

17. And I said hurry, so they hurried it
With lashes, hastening

18. The locks of their mother became whips
That drive without tiring of striking

19. So the lashes birthed for them a roar
Like the snorting of frenzied stallions

20. So when it was said she has ripened and when
She was about to settle and weaken

21. I wove for her turbans of clay
And firm, tightly-bound waters

22. I veiled the air fearing its harm
So she spent the night safe from its harm

23. So when it was said she has ripened we unveiled
Faces shining like the bright sun

24. All deemed her more beautiful than any Shimaysi
Noble, praised, generous

25. A greeting between them redeems your soul
And their final word is "I sacrifice you, bring it!"