1. Do you not see his blood in the goblet when it flowed,
The draft of wine in a golden cup?

2. Had it not been from the juice of grapes, his drink,
His cheek would not have complained of the flame.

3. May the hands of my reproacher be dust-covered over his cheek
Bearing roses, not bearing firewood,

4. Until when his hand entered his shirt,
It disappeared from sights like the sun in the clouds.

5. Return to what our Creator said in the Revelation:
"Lower your wing, O Moses, out of awe."