1. The son of many a night made me drunk,
And the sun rises reddened.

2. So the color turned jet black,
And the cup begins to shine red.

3. As if it is a bag of embers
That had its red coals set ablaze within.

4. And to the wine is a butler
Who stokes the red embers of its wine.

5. She laughed with a dimple
That the water kisses its mouth.

6. So I remained taking a ruby
And flipping its pearls,

7. Until I bent a branch
And the sun yellowed its buds.

8. And to the sun a glance returned
Through which from the sickness is convalescence.

9. Wandering to the clouds is kohl
In it and for the rain comprehension.