It is better to drink and have fun beauties caress,
Than in fasting and prayer to seek salvation.
If a place in hell for lovers and drunks,
Then whom do you want to allow to heaven?
When the fragrance of violets pour
And the wind blows vernal breath,
Sage — who drink wine with his sweetheart,
Smashing a stone bowl of repentance.
Dawn threw a sheaf of fire on the roof,
And threw the ball in the cup of the day the lord.
Sipped wine! Sounds in the rays of dawn,
The call of love, the universe is drunk.
Alas, not many days we are here to stay is given,
They live without love and without wine — a sin.
Do not think, this world — ill old young:
Kohl destined to leave — not all do we care?
Among the beautiful hour’s I’m drunk and in love
And guilt am grateful bow.
From the shackles of life I now free,
And blessed is he, like the supreme palace invited.
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