Εἰμί μὲν οὐ φιλόοινος: ὅταν δ᾽ ἐθέλῃς με μεθύσσαι,
πρῶτα σὺ γευομένη πρόσφερε, καὶ δέχομαι.
εἰ γὰρ ἐπιψαύσεις τοῖς χείλεσιν, οὐκέτι νήφειν
εὐμαρὲς, οὐδὲ φυγεῖν τὸν γλυκὺν οἰνοχόον
πορθμεύει γὰρ ἔμοιγε κύλιξ παρὰ σοῦ τὸ φίλημα,
καί μοι ἀπαγγέλλει τὴν χάριν ἣν ἔλαβεν.

I love not the wine-cup, but if thou art fain I should drink, do thou taste it, and bring it to me; If it touch but thy lips it were hard to refrain, It were hard from the sweet maid who bears it to flee; For the cup ferries over the kisses, and plain Does it speak of the grace that was given it by thee. | Andrew Lang, Ban and Arriere Ban: A Rally of Fugitive Rhymes (London: Longmans, Green & Co, 1894) p. 39 | No wine for me!—Nay, an it be thy will, Kiss first the goblet—I will drink my fill: How may I, when thy lips have touched it, dare Be sober still, and that sweet draught forswear: For the cup steers the kiss from thee to me, And tells me all the bliss it won of thee. | William M. Hardinge, in Selections from the Greek Anthology (London: Walter Scott, 1895) p. 2 | I drink no wine, but bow to thy command, Yet give me first the cup from thy dear hand. If, having tasted, thou should’st then draw nigh, So sweet a cup-bearer I cannot fly. From thine own lips the cup will draw its bliss, And serve to bear from thee to me a kiss. | Earl of Cromer, Paraphrases and Translations from the Greek (London: Macmillan and Co, 1903) p. 12