1. She offered me a drink, a draft like wine
A girl of nineteen, in her hand a draft of wine

2. He sprinkled on her face a little salt
A Creator shook its branch beneath the full moon

3. Welcome the fluttering of the eyelids
Her eye gave glad tidings at the sight of poetry

4. For you I have a ransom of tears, if true
Be what you said, even after a month