1. The springtime of youth has declined, yet still it flows,
As if my wings, to fly again, had grown.

2. The wine-bearer came to me, wine he did proffer,
But no, no wine for me, I bade him go.

3. Give me not wine-filled cups, just her eyes so fair,
For the magic of her gaze gives comfort and cheer.

4. With a glance and a smile, she dispelled my sorrows,
Her blush and brilliance replaced daylight’s glow.

5. Lost in the dark night, suddenly her face shone clear,
Her beauty lit up the dark, no lamp did I need.