English poem
When I drain the rosy bowl
by Anonymous
When I drain the rosy bowl, Joy exhilarates my soul; To the Nine I raise my song, Ever fair and ever young.
When full cups my cares expel, Sober counsels, then farewel: Let the winds that murmur, sweep All my sorrows to the deep.
When I drink dull time away, Jolly Bacchus, ever gay, Leads me to delightful bow'rs, Full of fragrance, full of flow'rs.
When I quaff the sparkling wine, And my looks with roses twine; Then I praise life's rural scene Sweet, sequester'd, and serene.
When I seek the bowl profound, Richest fragrance flowing round, And some lovely nymph detain; Venus then inspires the strain.
When from goblets deep and wide I exhaust the generous tide, All my sou! unbends—I play Gamesome with the young and gay.
When the foaming bowl I drain, Real blessings are my gain; Blessings which my own I call, Death is common to us all.