1. I asked the drop from my cup
It is my cup, and I am the one who feels its water

2. I asked the drop from my cup, but
Its coolness did not quench my thirst

3. Or warm it, for it is my cup alone
And I alone in life have lost it

4. This is the cup I drink from
And it knows that I am a slave of its seeking

5. This cup is always brimming
With regrets, so why don't I see it?

6. It overpowered my senses and destroyed my vigilance
And my existence, and sped toward its course

7. It makes reason firm and erases it as
He who made the dawn and the beginning lit it

8. O daughter of the world and polish of its beauty
And the swirling ruin from the fire of its misery

9. How could I not meet you one day like
People met their loved ones and tasted their passion?

10. They enjoyed you and you were sweet
Genius, bliss, and comfort to them

11. While I only tasted from you
Burning that I lived with, my sister

12. It is you, my cup, who made me suffer
Your living cup, eyes and lips

13. And a throbbing, flaming heart
That desires you above the world, my God

14. I devoted my life to dreams of meeting
And spent my life infatuated and heedless

15. I devoted my life to dreams of meeting
And spent my life infatuated and heedless

16. Happy one moment and angry the next
Bound by two tyrants, my soul and its passion

17. It is you, my cup, that made me wither
Whoever watered your vines with the old wine

18. I am your pourer so do not begrudge
My life drops of your sweetness

19. I pour them so you taste sweet like
The bitter view made sweet

20. You, my cup, and how close I am
To your innermost sealed meaning

21. Do not always be burning embers
For I am the living drink and the cupbearer

22. Hello, O cup, as long as passion
Fills your beads, melting and raving

23. Do not disappear even once
And swim, O cup, in my rapture and fervor

24. Kiss my soul and heart and strew
Over my longing the clouds' showers

25. And take me from my grief and loneliness
And crush my being as the learned fall in love

26. And spread your magic, fill me, and make
Without your abode my destitution zealous

27. And send the mysteries of what you poured
From the hand of light and its boundless bestowal

28. The outpouring that drowned me
And floated around me, kind and compassionate to me