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6.
| When I am dead, with wine my body lave, | ||||||
| For obit chant a bacchanalian stave, | ||||||
| And, if you need me at the day of doom, | ||||||
| Beneath the tavern threshold seek my grave. | ||||||
7.
Since no one can assure thee of the morrow,
Rejoice thy heart to-day, and banish sorrow
With moonbright wine, fair moon, for heaven's moon
Will look for us in vain on many a morrow.
8.
Let lovers all distraught and frenzied be,
And flown with wine, and reprobates, like me;
When sober, I find everything amiss,
But in my cups cry, "Let what will be be."
6.Bl. C. L. N. A. I. J.Faut shudan is Turani Persian.Bl.
