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.