وليس للقر غير صافية
تدفع ما ليس يدفع الدلق
And against the cold there is nothing but clear wine,
The moon has naught but clarity
Which wards off what a fur cloak cannot.
It pays what cannot be paid back
درياق أفعى الشتاء وهو إذا
سل علينا سيوفه ذلق
The antidote to winter’s viper—and winter, when
A winter viper's antidote
It draws its swords against us, is keen-edged.
When it unsheathes its blades, polished
Sol 6.1