1. The cup, bringing solace from worries and sorrows,
Awakening the soul of the desert and calling it to joy,

2. Waves within it pure wine, you’d think it was made
Not of a cup, but of lights and flames,

3. Until when mixed for its drinker, it shines,
As though it was pressed from the cheek of a melancholy lover.

4. So drink a potion as though the mixing has forged for it
A necklace of pearls in a garment of gold.