1. With a press I crushed grapes
Before the sun had set

2. I emptied its pitcher with delight
Some minerals of gold

3. It shed tears for the absence of vines
In it the eyes of grapes wept

4. Its valley's torrent gushed
At a watering hole and pouring

5. The wine's rubies in it
Frolicking with dear pearls

6. So wonder at its presser
And what astonishes me

7. And how can he live
Settling in a sea of flames