作词 : Abed Azrié
作曲 : Abed Azrié
Temperate companion, 
what man Can ease the agony of love ? 
Does a confidant exist to hear
The melancholy in the plaint
Weighing on my heart ?
Suffering love consumes.

And longing I confessed
In a swoon of desperation.

A servant served me wine
That loosed intoxication

And fueled an inner fire

That ignited my avowal.

Only purest wines can wrench 
A revelation from the heart.

So drink, then, to my loved one, 
My consummate contentment.