A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you and I sigh.
διὰ χειλῶν ὁ μὲν οἶνος,
ὁ δ’ ἔρως δι’ ὀφθαλμῶν.
μόνον ταῦτα κυρίως οἴδαμεν,
πρὶν γηράσκοντας θανεῖν.
αἴρων οὖν τὸ ποτήριον,
θεωρῶ σε, στενάζων.