1. Arise, my boon companion, for the birds do warble
For wine cups that do spark and kindle

2. For we have a clove blossom that did mature
On the hill of victory its scent did waft and mingle

3. Amongst a market of slender necks most gentle
Weighed down by jeweled necklaces of bright burgundy

4. And rosy cheeks blushed over
With soft hairs that do curl tenderly