The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!