You see me one day when you have fallen drunk
Fallen a worshipper of the ringed curls of an idol
The turban gone from (my) head & the goblet fallen
(My) head lying in your path, fallen drunk


P 700

Daily thou seëst us drunk evermo' y-fallen;
Idolaters bound in the tress of the foe y-fallen;
Cup from hand, turban from pate, heigho! y-fallen;
Head at thy foot in the dust laid low, y-fallen.

Th 686

A daily happening, thou us drunk dost see,
In ringlets snared, idolaters are we;
The turban dropped from head and cup from hand,
Head prostrate at thy feet abased we be.

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