Sol 5.6

  1. How sweet the wine—and his dark lips its admixture!

    Its radiance has coursed through my heart; and it is my custom:

  2. Fill the cup; heed no censor.

    For vanquishing the censor is my affair and my wont.

  3. A virgin wine, aged since long ago,

    has banished my anguish and diminished my pains.

  4. Who would blame me if, despite myself, I cast restraint aside

    for my beloved? Whoever does denies the torments I bear.

Sol 5.6