1. Where are my cups and where are my goblets,
For they are worthier of me than revelry.

2. Bring them alive with lingering wine,
For each cup is like the palm of a Giver.

3. That which still brings people together,
Including friends and loved ones.

4. Friends appear in them when filled,
Like eyes without kohl.

5. They are accustomed to drinking their drinker’s worries,
So they are drink, and what a drink!

6. They come and joy comes after them,
As if standing at the door.

7. They surge in the cup, charming,
As if the cup is a fluttering eyelid.

8. I bow down in thanks when they appear,
As if my cup before me is my prayer niche.

9. A cupbearer passes them around, thereby prolonging
The life of my joy and the life of my rapture.

10. The breeze steals from his qualities
Leaving a beauty without defect.

11. His waist wraps during embraces
From its softness like a twisting creeping plant.