1. Oh Lord, grant us a propitious day
To erase the sins of the corrupting age

2. I turned the fiery wine that day
Frightening the boss, inflaming his hand

3. And I blinded the eyes of the spies
Making them envy's eyes, in truth

4. I said, "Serve me the rosy cup"
As the cheek of emerald reddened with shame

5. So he stood up when dawn's edge
Began to blacken with the dark of night

6. And the Nile beneath the clothes of night
Had wrappings of silver and sable

7. As if the beams on its surface
Were an Indian sword with polished blade

8. And if its ripples in the breeze
Resembled cooled broth in a silver bowl