1. Pour me wine from clusters pressed
Long ago by palms, I request

2. See how the vines arranged their best
In beautiful rows for our fest

3. Berries are shown, honey suppressed
In flowers enclosed unconfessed

4. Like stars aligned, as pleasure possessed
In taste and fragrance gentle, blessed

5. Wrong to call vines "generous" unless
To the noble they likened the rest

6. Pour me, friend, and from my cup drink
Mirth between us let joy not shrink

7. I'll not taste wine unless I think
Highly of my drinking mate, methinks