1. Pour it slowly in the darkness
Before the caller's morning song,

2. From a skin so full it reached
The brim and could take no more.

3. It suckled time and from it drew
Milk when time itself was young,

4. So it contains all that can make
A wounded heart spill over.

5. A Jew who lives off lush oases
Once owned it at his wish and will

6. And we drank like men who after long
Thirst quaffed since the days of 'Aad.

7. Twixt poles that propped the goat-hair tent
They built and pegged down good and firm,

8. And plugged them with hard, wooden pegs
Sharp like the jabs of prods and goads.

9. Then having mixed it thoroughly
They saw it foam and seethe and surge,

10. Then drank it in and it possessed
Them like a swooning, drugged fatigue.