Arany János - Győrei Zsolt (szerk.): The trill of the nightingale (Budapest, 2019)

V - „'Tis enough if it shines for me” - This Life (Mark Baczoni)

This Life

This life is but a feast, you know,

Keep drinking up when it's your go - Of both happiness and sorrow,

Of cheap wine, joy with no morrow.

Drinking to the dregs, spilling nought, For both happy or sad a thought; Many drinking so wild and free But some, like me, more cautiously.

And now half my drinking stable Have slid down beneath the table;

But, shunning intoxication,

I still sit at my old station.

Surveying what's left at the last Forlorn and ruined is my feast - So why enough did I not drink Under that table, too, to sink?

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