1. He came in the tail of darkness cloaked,
A friend when pleased is anger provoked,

2. He turns from me while the cup's in his hand,
And with its lights he's brightly soiled.

3. O pourer of wine, your saliva to me,
Is pure honey from your lovely lips poured,

4. I'd ransom you with my soul, though folk not my sire,
For I'm the noblest of people, O lord.

5. Come let's drink vintage matured,
Refined, clarified, and aged for years,

6. If pleased by water, ecstasy she grants,
Delighting souls with joy and cheer.

7. That is pure silver, and this is gold,
Plundering silver and gold galore,

8. With it my youth in robes I wrapped,
Suckling its house until ran no more.

9. Days when encampment was home to us,
No neighbor there fearing the nomad's night raid,

10. And we in the garb of bliss therein,
Dragging the tail of wealth ne'er dragged.