Winter Evening

Zeus rumbles and a mammoth winter of snow

pours from the sky; agile rivers are ice.

Damn the winter cold! Pile up the burning logs

and water the great flagons of red wine;

place feather pillows by your head, and drink.

Let us not brood about hard times. Bakchos,

our solace is in you and your red wines:

our medicine of grape. Drink deeply, drink.