Dining in this festivity,
Embellishments devoid of iniquity,
Conviviality, all the way,
Incessant merriments being swayed.
Let us dine
and quaff a fruit drink, fine
Victuals with gluttony.
We exult
for having a tranquility,
We recline
literally against the boat,
Sending us homeward.
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