Who says, Oh! who says, Ah! who has violent arguments, who has grief, who has wounds without cause, whose eyes are dark?
Those who are seated late over the wine: those who go looking for mixed wine.
Keep your eyes from looking on the wine when it is red, when its colour is bright in the cup, when it goes smoothly down:
In the end, its bite is like that of a snake, its wound like the wound of a poison-snake.
Your eyes will see strange things, and you will say twisted things.
Yes, you will be like him who takes his rest on the sea, or on the top of a sail-support.
They have overcome me, you will say, and I have no pain; they gave me blows without my feeling them: when will I be awake from my wine? I will go after it again.