1. A cup that turns hardship into ease, and reaps
The fruits of wealth for drinking from the tree of poverty

2. As if the whiteness of the cup above its redness
Is a sky of camphor sprinkled over embers

3. When the rich cupbearer shakes it, you would think it
The stars of Pleiades singing in the palm of the full moon

4. The blending inside creates integrated pearls
As drops of rain were written above the soil

5. Small and large in cups as if they
Were dots gathered in a line upon the wind

6. I kept company with my friends at dawn, when the darkness dispersed,
With the silver glimmer of dawn from the morning

7. And the whiteness of the stars blossomed as if they
Were necklaces of pearls upon the highest horizon