So we wander now and then
From Bacchus' noise and tumult
When death calls out: "Neighbor, come
Your hourglass is now full!"
You old man, lay your crutch down
And you, young lad, heed my call
The fairest nymph who smiles at you
Take her beneath your arm!
If you find the grave too deep
Well then, take yourself a sip
Take one more, then two, then three
And you'll die more contentedly!
But you, with a sullen face
Among locks, bars, iron and bolts
Resting on your money chest
Within your closed booth
And you, who jealously shatter
Bottles, mirrors, and cups
Say goodnight now, drain your glass
And greet your rival!
If you find the grave too deep
Well then, take yourself a sip
Take one more, then two, then three
And you'll die more contentedly!
And you, who each year with titles' sound
Gild your beggar's staff
Who with all your rank hardly have
A penny for your bier
And you, who angry, cowardly, and lazy
Curse the cradle that rocked you
And yet daily are displayed
At the glass's last half
If you find the grave too deep
Well then, take yourself a sip
Take one more, then two, then three
And you'll die more contentedly!
And you, with an honest face
Who always defame your friends
And slander them at your wine
As if it were a joke
And you, who do not defend them
Even though from their bottles, you
You can well lick your five fingers
What do you say now?
If you find the grave too deep
Well then, take yourself a sip
Take one more, then two, then three
And you'll die more contentedly!
Say, are you content, my neighbor, say!
Then praise the host now at last!
If we travel the same road
Let us follow each other... Drink up!
But first with wine, red and white
Let us bow to our hostess
And then freely slip into the grave
By the evening star's glow!
If you find the grave too deep
Well then, take yourself a sip
Take one more, then two, then three
And you'll die more contentedly!