Sol 6.1

  1. How many favors of darkness rest upon my neck,

    Through reunion and the clasp of an embracing companion!

  2. And how many mornings have delivered me to wine,

    From one radiant dawn to another!

  3. So pass it to me, virgin and brightened with water,

    As though, in its qualities, it were my own character.

  4. In a blue cup like air, which the gaze pierces—

    Even though it remains unpierced.

  5. As though its parts had been fashioned,

    In beauty and delicacy, from the blue of eyes.

  6. I have never ceased drinking from it with figurines for companions;

    Since wine intoxicated them, they have not sobered.

  7. They sway proudly before dilution in the blue of

    Dawn, and after dilution in twilight's red glow.

  8. Our drunkenness has bewildered them; if silence

    Is their speech, then that comes from fear.

  9. They drown in seas of wine, and so

    Our drinking rescues them from drowning.

  10. And in our revelry, some of us drink in the morning,

    Frolicking in safety, and some in the evening.

  11. So if you could see my palm and its staining

    From the wine's color, in radiant safflower red,

  12. You would think the air had caressed me

    With the sun in a piece of the horizon.

Sol 6.1