"Hymn to Bacchus
Maidens and youths within the baskets
bear on their shoulders black grapes;
but only the youths tread in the vat
the grapes and squeeze out the sweet wine.
Festive songs they raise to the God
and happily watch the foam rise.
The old man drinks and in lazy motion
jumping, shakes his white hair.
Already the drunken youth lays snares
for a tender virgin who stretches on the ground,
and on the leaves in a shady place
with peaceful sleep takes rest.
Then, invited sweet with love,
the arrow to conquer vain modesty.
If she resists, he tries to his desires,
the flower of Venus he forcefully picks.
If Bacchus descends into the hearts of the young,
they become untamed and without restraint."
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