1. When she visited my pillow, and the savage night
Had donned upon it the garb of gloom,

2. While her cruel separation left me in pain,
And the pangs of passion stirred me;

3. We spent the night in sweet intimacy, under cover of darkness,
Deriving lessons of love from our conversations;

4. Languishing eyes gazed at me,
Melting hearts and souls;

5. We had only wine glasses for companions,
And lips wet with wine for cups;

6. From a juicy mouth like a ruby,
To an embrace like a silver jug;

7. We drank the wine that no censorious eye had seen,
Nor any bigot could trouble;

8. Nights where separation brought no gray hair,
Nor did the face of time frown;

9. And I have a right to command the wine pourers -
For among them I knew no chief but myself.