Leaving by West Gate
dutiful and think of it:
Today I don't make merry,
How long must I wait?
Hasten to make merry!
Hasten to make merry —
While there's time!
Can sad despair overwhelm me?
Must I keep waiting for next year?
Brew fine wine!
Roast the fat ox!
Call for my heart's delight,
May be to dispel dull care.
Man's life does not last a century,
He ever nurses worries of one thousand years
Morning is short alas! night is long,
Why not hold a candle and have fun?
Let's go and have fun, away! away! as clouds pass on
But a worn cart, a lean nag, that's my lot!