1. On a night, we drank wine, and between us
Was talk, like a breeze blowing on roses

2. We resume it, as the cup breathes fragrance
And sweeter than it, is what we repeat and express

3. The lips move, or the lily of the cheeks
The narcissus of the eyelids, or the rose of the cheek

4. Until the cup and tipsiness spread through his body
And he leaned towards me, leaning on my shoulder

5. So I started feeling what was between my ribs
Of heat, what's between ribs of cold

6. And I saw him having unsheathed his cold blade
So I saw the sword unsheathed from its scabbard

7. The straightness of a firmly held spear
The supple swing of the loins and grace of the gown

8. I flirt with its branch in the narcissus bed
And kiss the face of the sun at the rise of the auspicious one

9. If it’s not her or resembling her then
He's her brother, as the bucket-rope is to the well

10. My two hands travel over his body
Going down to the waist, going up to the breast

11. Descending from his armpits my palms greedily
And the other ascending again towards the summit