And his fame went abroad into all lands, and they made a feast for him, where they sung aloud, merrily,
'We will not go home, no, not until the morning.
'Until the dayspring shineth we will not repair unto our dwellings.
'Advance rapidly in the days of thy youth,
'For it will come to pass that in thy declining years it will not be possible.
'Let the tongue of scandal be silent, and let the foot of dull care be no longer in our dwelling.
'It was in the centre of the Boomjalang, even on a summer day did it come to pass,—rip snap, let her be again exalted!
'Now let all the elders who are not wedded, even they that are without wives, fill up the goblet, and let those who are assembled live for many years!
'Let them drink each unto the handmaid of his heart. May we live for many years!
'Vive l'amour, vive le vin, vive la compagnie!