I had laid a trap hoping that perhaps that fairy-faced beloved would see it and come near me as the wine cup made its rounds in the tavern.

The poet paints a delightfully vivid scene in the tavern, having laid a metaphorical snare just to catch the eye of the radiant, fairy-faced beloved. His true longing is for grace and intimacy—hoping that this desperate little trick might prompt the cupbearer to turn the tavern's circulating cup toward him. It beautifully captures the sweet vulnerability of a lover ready to try anything just to be noticed in the crowd.