1. In the fragrance of intimacy, souls exhale their scent
So branches and souls commune and intertwine

2. Among its blossoms pass, my friend, the cup
To rest the spirit - for it a solace find

3. Give it to me pure, for we lovers have no need
Of sobriety - our only wish, to wine be joined

4. And make merry while the coast is clear, my friend
While the censor sleeps - rare is such time divined

5. See not the branches gently swaying there
Hear not the birds - their cries our secret profound