Even the birds are arriving early, whole flocks
settle in the welcoming trees.
Roses and friends are twined in eagerness, it is
the beginning of Spring.
Winebringer! Our guests are still holding empty glasses!
Look, dear friends, how the refulgent moon shines
in the King's resplendent face.
He promises to satisfy every hunger before dawn. On the lawn
angels place covered trays on a long table.
Winebringer! Fill all the cups again with the reddest wine.
yes, we can hardly imagine the King doing anything else except - eating, drinking, arranging fests!
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A joyous occasion with eager expectation of a fulfilling spiritual feast. Beautiful poem Daniel...10