1. Oh! Many a day with pleasure do I spice,
And many a night compared to my delight,

2. When round to me my boon companions flock,
To quaff the wine that clears away all care;

3. We drink our fill until the wine’s red tide
O’erflows the goblet’s brim—all troubles cease!

4. Such days hath destiny vouchsafed to me
And turned the days that I so feared before.

5. Dreamlike the past appears, for now no more
I sit debating if to drink or pause.

6. And whensoe’er the time demands I turn
Aside from pleasure’s path I do not fail.

7. Now I will run where piety doth lead
And wisdom; though erstwhiles toward passion’s call

8. On eager feet I ran, nor recked at all.
My strength, my plot, my cunning shall avail,