1. With unmatched grace, offer your veil as ransom
And reach out to create your wonders at dusk's fall

2. Attain from bearing heavy burdens, every great woman
When mentioned, the two guardians dread her fire

3. So stand, and stir her cup without humbling yourself
And only pour her wine and its essence

4. So he stood, the cup nearly burnt his palm
From the sun or from the flush of his cheeks it borrowed its heat

5. Our shade, with our hands we disturb its spirit
So the wind takes from our feet its revenge

6. Crimson from the palm of a gazelle, as if
He took it from his cheek and turned it around