1. Pour out the cup after long withholding
And serve it to me, between roses and myrtles

2. A wine whose cup I was long ago
And still am today, my mind and all my senses

3. He who drinks the cup gets drunk on it
Yet you see him fully sober before all people

4. Oh my regrets! Those who revealed its secret
Openly - what awaits them?

5. It filled them, and now it drips from them
In a measure unlike any other

6. It left no trace in them but itself
Cleansing them of all other filth

7. So let them rave, nay, let it rave through them
While you, all guards, watch over it

8. They did it, being people of ecstasy
And passion - no doubt or hesitation

9. Before us, others came to it
And it planted them, the sturdiest saplings

10. They opened the gate of its monastery - we smelled
The musk scent from the censer of the deacon

11. And we got drunk on the monastery's monk when
He breathed from it, perfuming the air

12. And its cups bent like boughs
With eyes that charm the shyest gazelles

13. Each bough of the beauty is a vessel
Wherein it is, confusing yet blending perfectly

14. So if it spoke, sang or bent
Thrones and seats would melt

15. An awe-striking face appears in everything
Banishing the lantern with its flame

16. Every closed eye cannot see it
Visible - thus it is the eye of the dormouse

17. All that came from it springs from it
As meaning springs from perception