<i>Translated into English in 1859 by Edward FitzGerald</i>
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
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
For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from His vintage rolling Time hath pressed,
Have drunk the Cup a round or two before,