1. As if the wine jug with its rising spout
Is the trunk of an elephant whose tusks broke off

2. We circled around it, all of us fearing it
While it boiled and bubbled, roaring

3. Dyed red, splendid its dye
Blended of exquisite, subtle wine

4. A downpour of sweet wine, its clouds torn open
Like an udder sufficient for its streaming outpour

5. The house was fragrant from it, its dust
As if perfumes had burst from its folds

6. In it all one's care is to seize it
Regret when its outflowing is cut off

7. Ask of its brisk, effervescent saliva
The slaps of my beloved are his slaps

8. He who has not savored its drink
Knows not how to live and gain in life