1. And at a winepress I halted my mount,

    while the sun's rim had not yet set.

  2. So I took its glass vessels, filled with wine,

    for some mines of gold.

  3. And tears were shed for the loss of the vine

    by the eyes of the grapes within it.

  4. And its valley's swelling flood surged

    with liquid pouring down and spilling forth.

  5. And there the ruby of the juice

    plays with the beloved's pearls.

  6. So, how I marvel at its presser!

    And what good does my wonder do him?

  7. And how can he live while he wades

    in a sea of flame?

Sol 6.1