1. Arise, give me, virgin, who adorns
Her goblets are dyed from her blushing

2. The Magi's treasure - a quarter and an eighth -
The Magi covet her forever

3. Like fire, burning
But she is the sipped water

4. Virgin, who laughs at the frown
Of the gloomy night's darkness

5. Leave the twisted ones, they said that
Saud's goblets are unlucky

6. If she were not the soil of souls
Souls would not have loved her

7. And so she is endowed with intellect
For she is the finest of brides