Why have the merry voices sfallen silent?
Ring forth, epic Bacchic gay choruses!
Long live the tender girls in a horde
And the young wives, our beloved ones at moment.
Fill the crystal glass full ding,
To the ringing bottom fine
Into the thick Imperit wine
Throw the cherished rings!
Raise the glasses, let us touch them in conjunction,
Long live pretty Muses, long live wisdom reason!
Sun, holy sun, burn nice order
As this tiny lamp pales surprised
Before the radiance of the sunrise,
So false wisdom flickers and smolders
Before the sun\'s immortal reason intellect,
Long live the sun, let the darkness be neglect!