If that wine which you drank at dawn was not intoxicating

Take from me a wine which is truly a resurrection

What delight and spectacle that arrives from the first cup

The second, God forbid, what shall I describe the third?

Grief and expediency will not remain, it will drive all down

After that, God knows where the spectacle will lead

You are a prisoner of scent and color, like the image on a stone

You will leap like spring water from within the hard rock

Give that wine of the portico, O generous cupbearer

When I become like that, I will speak your words without fear

Give me a heavy cup, give it to your own servant

Look, from your intoxication, I have become anxious above

I have become anxious towards that side to which you have made me accustomed

That the stream may flow which flowed from the sea