1. Pour me a cup of love, for I have been
Given to drink of gentle rapture, till I'm filled.

2. Still the cupbearer of consolation gives me to drink,
Cup after cup, whence senses reel and flow.

3. O wanderer who has found his way to us,
Speak, who are you? For I've forgotten quite.

4. If you would carpet the road with pearls
Leading to your house, I would not be pleased.

5. I'm too proud for it to be said that someone
And someone visit while I breathe and live.