Classic Poem

The diversions of the Persians with their ostentatious ways
Do not thrill me, for they fill me with disdain;
I abominate the dominating style of coarse displays,
And from garlands brought from far lands I refrain.

But the myrtle plain and fertile you may bind around your brow,
And in future let it suit your taste like mine.
Come, my fervent little servant, you may place it on me now,
As with wine here I recline here near the vine.