1. This is my wine, so taste it, my friend
It has a strange flavor in my vineyards

2. In my cup there is certainty that was not
Doubt has gone with the old love

3. In the eyes of my beloved there is joy
That has spread hope and fragrance in my core

4. Where is that worry which flowed
Poisons from its snakes in my heart

5. My friend, a hand has healed my wound
From it has poured the balm of a generous heart

6. On every wretched there is mercy
From my heavens and on every sick

7. My past in love was nothing but
A cleanser that led to this bliss