1. He urged me with a cup, at dawn or in its first light,
A cross, the sign of his faith, tied at his waist,

2. As if the redness of his cheek matched its color,
And as if the scent of his breath came from its aroma.

3. When he poured the wine, he smiled,
Baring teeth behind lips - I thought them one and the same.

4. O night that kept the jealous wakeful
From a lover whose modesty was rent in love!

5. If you do not return to the lovelorn another time,
You have erred against him in his fate.

6. His eyes still keep their promises to me,
And I think his spittle comes from wine.

7. When panic stirred in his heart,
It cut off consolation from one affliction did not soothe.