"Dambovita sweet water
Wave with celestial gift
Who tasted you some time
Will leave with the wind !
Dambovita sweet water
Who drink, will not leave
Jaristea sweet wine
Local with celestial gift
Who ever heard you
Will leave with the wind! "

Those who are looking for singing locals: Calul Balan, Pisica Neagra, Lussana, Parisiana, Leul si Carnatul, go round and descend astonished Calicilor bridge, where the halting places are sanctified long time ago.
Now, all joined at Jaristea, transcending time and dusts, wars and hate; here, The Ancient Court Jilts are waiting for those that are waiting an unforgettable evening.
And, under the gate's sign, those once arrived here became our customers forever, finding the breach from fishing-net; here, we are fallowing a great lighthouse witch flash sparks over life, births, destiny, baptisms, weddings, anniversaries, here happened the triumphant feasts of fashionable names, that say: "what movement, what entanglement, what power of life, how many people, how many families arrived from all world corners -bring the register and the day-look to list them for eternity.
We, Jaristea, are the only witnesses and the only remnants of a past world, a world that we bring into life together. Jaristea is the seraglio waiting for your camels, witch once drank there, will return forever.

Jaristea's poem
                  by Adrian Paunescu

Veniti pe Calea Rahovei incoace,
la bucaturi, la beuturi si pace,
La Jaristea cea fara de pereche
In umbra Crailor de Curte-Veche.
Ca-n toata muzica si in tot vinul
bolboresc trei secole-n continuu
si fac de garda umbrele ilustre
si trece si Mateiu sa le mustre.
Boieri apusi de clanta-si leaga calul
Si-n secol nou tresare vechi tambalul
In crasma asta incapem cu totii
Stramosii fac un chef cu stranepotii
Din lumanari un fum de nunta iese
Si-i numai vesnicie pe la mese !