Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
I hide my distress, just likethe blessed birds hide themselveswhen they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and yourindifference to my sadness, my loved-one!
I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
If I don't enjoy myself now, when shall I?
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.