1. Do not grieve for the parting of companions,
And reconcile your heart to the doctrine of sorrows,

2. With a keeper who has preserved the joy of her cup,
The bosom friend and the seal of beauty.

3. She glanced away for a moment, until you see
Nothing but the convergence of her two eyes,

4. As if the melted gold in her cup
Were an ocean churning in the eyes of whales,

5. And spiced wine poured into a flask
Was the saliva of clouds over slumbering meadows,

6. The sun of wine in his palm and his face
Is the sun of beauty, so between us two suns,

7. And the sun rises from the glass walls of her abode
And sets when it sets in the bodies.

8. In a gathering where joy has made its wings
A screen from the onlooker of the young,

9. No ears are troubled in its boundaries
Except the singing of merry tongues,

10. Or the sound of a clapping companion enchanted
And the crying of a despondent one and the laughter of singers,

11. Until when the darkness wraps with its cold
And the longing of church bells subsides,

12. I found him a full moon waving with his hand,
A full moon, both brought together in the onlooker's eye.

13. I continued drinking their cup among them
Deliberately, and I have no disability of intoxication,

14. In order to gain from them then a greeting,
Either with a face or the edge of a tongue.