1. Alas for him whose heart has no end to passion,
Who finds rebellion sweet and guidance hateful!

2. I counsel him to repent, but he says, No;
And if I say, “Traps will arise,” he answers, “Where are they?”

3. O cupbearer, give me today a beaker and a boon companion,
With brimming cups that clink;

4. I will bequeath my soul what it never possessed before an heir,
And spend it on what it loves and desires.