1. The son of Harb generously offered me a cup
Of aged, smooth wine

2. Look how torn it is
As if it was ripped at a funeral

3. I spurn it, though it is precious, like one
Who builds a roof then knocks it down

4. Its flashing dazzles the eye
Like the heart of a lovesick, passionate man

5. Its many tears remind me
Of people scattering from the holy place