Nr. 173
Calcutta nr. 173 *
Ouseley MS 140 - 76
Do not allow sorrow to embrace thee,
nor an idle grief to occupy thy days;
forsake not the book, and the lover's lips, and the green bank of the field,
ere that the earth enfold thee in its bosom.
Heron-Allen 1899 - 24a
Do not allow sorrow to embrace thee,
Nor an idle grief to occupy thy days,
Forsake not the book and the lover's lips and the green bank of the field,
Ere that the earth enfold thee in its bosom.
Payne 1898 - 317
Beware lest grief and dole thy stronghold on thee take,
Lest fear of Fortune's might and craft hold on thee take:
Wine on the greensward drink, hard by the running stream,
Ere in the grave its wreak the earth-mould on thee take.
Thompson 1906 - 1
Let not your soul in Sorrow's clasp be prest,
Nor let your days be filled with vain unrest;
The book, the loved one's lips and marge of mead
Forsake not ere Earth fold you in her breast.
Whinfield 1883 - 165
Needs must the tavern-haunter bathe in wine,
For none can make a tarnished name to shine;
Go! bring me wine, for none can now restore
Its pristine sheen to this soiled veil of mine.