1. I sent word to you, complaining on the morning of my thirst,

    And never doubted that I would drink wine that evening.

  2. For I have written until my pen betrayed me,

    And have come and gone until the roads grew weary of me.

  3. You are a man whose generosity is a flood, whose bounty

    Pours forth, and whose rain of largesse falls abundantly.

  4. So send me pure wine, which is matched

    By my verse, and by your kindness and good character.

Sol 6.1