Tavern Keeper, glasses!

Tavern Keeper, glasses!
Bring me twain forsooth!
I would drink elixir
Of divinest youth.

Bring the dear defender
Against love and pain,
Old age’s panacea,
Bring me wine again!

If the wine the sun is,
The glass is the moon,
Bring to me the sun then,
Throned there none too soon.

Bring for all my folly
A noose wove of wine;
Let that stiff neck dangle
Whose name is as mine.

Flashing, fiery water
Quickly bring to me;
Alone ’twill extinguish
My heart’s fire-fury!

When the roses leave us,
Cry: God grant them rest!
Wine, out-crimsoning roses,
Bring me--and the west!

Grieve not that bird-music
Lasts not over long;
Make gay pledge of glasses
Sing a sweeter song.

Grieve not that thy youth has
With the wild winds flown.
Instead strike the either
And the barbiton!

Since only in slumber
Thy face lights the way,
Mandragora brew me!
I would sleep for aye!

Tavern Keeper,--glasses!
Quickly--one--two--three--
Make me slumber deeply,
Deeply dream of thee.

Bring the cup of Hafiz,
Rosy, rich, its shine!
Whether wrong or right ’tis--
Tavern Keeper--wine!