I love noon sore
Cool draw from the creek
And in the quiet grove, distant
Watch, how burly in Breg jet.
When did wine will jump edge,
A circular bowl Napenyas,
Friends, tell, - who does not cry,
Advance rejoicing soul?
Cursed be bold,
Who first sinful hand,
Wickedness of major blinding,
Oh fear!.. a mixture of wine and water!
Let him be accursed race villain!
Let unable to drink,
Or, glasses of owning,
Laffitte with Tsymlyanskim discern!
