Calcutta nr. 460
The flowers are blooming, bring wine O Saki,
Abandon the practices of the zealot, O Saki,
For these few days ere Fate sets a snare
Seek the cup of ruby wine & the friend O Saki
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
See, blown are the flowers! The winecup fill, O skinker!
The hand from devotion withhold thou still, O skinker!
Ere doom lie in wait for us, come, let 'a enjoy for a little
The wine ruby-red and the marge of the rill, O skinker!