The Wine-God
When I drink wine my heart is aflame ... and begins to murmur of the Muse.
When I drink, I cast anxiety and good advice to the winds that blow over the sea.
When I drink wine, Bacchus, the freer-from-pain, the bright with wine, leads me into flower-scented air.
When I drink wine, I weave a flower-crown for my head and I sing the laughter of life.
When I drink wine, my body drips with myrrh and I call upon love and sing gaily of a girl.
When I drink wine and my head is a little dizzy from many wine-cups, I am happy with a throng of girls.
When I drink wine, then only do I live. I know what I say is true; death reaches all men.
When I drink, I cast anxiety and good advice to the winds that blow over the sea.
When I drink wine, Bacchus, the freer-from-pain, the bright with wine, leads me into flower-scented air.
When I drink wine, I weave a flower-crown for my head and I sing the laughter of life.
When I drink wine, my body drips with myrrh and I call upon love and sing gaily of a girl.
When I drink wine and my head is a little dizzy from many wine-cups, I am happy with a throng of girls.
When I drink wine, then only do I live. I know what I say is true; death reaches all men.
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