The floor now, all our hands, the cups -- all clean.
With garland blooms one servant crowns our heads;
The other passes perfume dish of myrrh.
With mixing bowl, the jar sits, wine honey-sweet
As its aroma, blossoms, in our midst.
Frankincense also scents the room, and see:
Springwater for the wine, fresh, pure and cold,
Sits close with cheese and honey; bread is gold;
And, on the altar, central, a bouquet.