1. For I am like wine in my attributes,
When wine takes possession of my reason one day,

2. You see me with the noble when I am sober
And a slave of slaves when drunkenness rules me

3. That is because I make goodness my aim,
And there is no good in a person whose aim is evil,

4. And if it were not that when my step goes far,
It falls short of myself, I would have no pride