Countless are the cups thou drainest
In thy hymns to Dionysos,
O Alcæus!
War and wine alone thou singest;—
Whereforenot of Aphrodite,
O Alcæus!
Spacious halls are thine where many
Trophies hang in Ares' honor,
O Alcæus!
Brazen shields and shining helmets,
Plates of bra**, Chalcidian broad-swords,
O Alcæus!
When with winter roars the Thracian
North wind through the leafless forest,
O Alcæus!
Thou dost heap the fire and banish
Care with many a tawny goblet,
O Alcæus!