1. A white pitcher hid from sense
Save for an arm bared in the presence of intimacy

2. From its top was born in the air of a rising star
Vapors from which a cup overflows into a cup

3. With a draught, were it protected from this king, hostile,
He would claim it from him for a kingdom of steeds

4. I would liken it, had it fingers
To bracelets on the wrists of my brother, the sun

5. And it was said to it, your top leans down to earth
So why, and it said, love in the companion of the throne

6. I poured forth twice with good luck my invitation
The two of them being in the race of kind to kind

7. As it was said, pearls scattered on earth are wasted
So it replied, no, and the earth has no cup