Has come upon me,
On me, the incapable, useless governor of this country!
O Messenger, you have restored their taste to bread and wine.
Let the bells ring out till all the air resounds,
Let the round brazen throats beneath the bell-ringer's feet fill with our jubilation,
The circle of the earth and the height of heaven!
Let the singers of our triumph stand forth together,
And let their mouths exhaling
A song of benediction, eat of the sun till evening!
Wine! Wine! I wish to drink with you, O Messenger,