I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

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!

This clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine,Surely such clay is more than half divine--'Tis only fools speak evil of the clay,The very stars are made of clay like mine.

Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.

Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!