"The floor shines; hands, cups clean.
One places garlands on our heads,
another extends phials of balm. The crater
thrones full of serenity.
Other wine promises never to betray us;
it is in store in the jars, it tastes of flower.
Each has his blond bread; the firm table
is laden with cheese and dense honey.
The house is enveloped in festivity and music."
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