1. The pitcher he bears, his brother bears
Both gazelles sip from it, sipping gently

2. He remains like one who weeps among the tribe
Bowing in grief or complaining of giddiness

3. He checks the swaying of his slender wrists, he tilts
Gently towards the branch in moderation and inclination

4. He rotates the cup in his hand slowly
And feeds the wind from his mouth sips

5. He offers the rose not from his cheeks
It refuses to be plucked except as a snippet

6. When our most melodious singer sings his song
I become bare of all veils for love of him

7. He increases the joy in my heart until
It almost splits from the intensity of passion