Indiscrete - Qntal

Bacchus sepe visitans mulierem genus

Facit eas subditas tibi, o tu Venus

Ecce deus opportunus

Nullo tempore ieiunus

Ante cibum matutinum

Ebrius eructat vinum

Cuius mensa et cratera

Sunt beatitudo vera

Sic religionis cultus

In ventre movet tumultus

Rugit venter in agone

Vinum pugnat cum medone;

Vita felix otiosa

Circa ventrem operosa

Venter inquit: 'nichil curo

Preter me, sic me procuro

Ut in pace in id ipsum

Molliter gerens me ipsum

Super potum, super escam

Dormiam et requiescam.'

Quidem ludunt, quidem bibunt

Quidem indescrete vivunt

Bibit ista, bibit ille

Bibunt centum, bibunt mille

Bacchus often visits a woman's family

It makes them submissive to you

Behold the god meets

No time on an empty stomach

Before the morning food

A drunkard vomits up wine

Whose table and cup

They are true happiness

Thus religious worship

The tumult moves in the stomach

My belly is roaring in agony

Wine fights with mead;

Life is happy inactive

A painstaking work around the stomach

Belly says: 'I don't care'

Save me, so I care

As in peace in your own self

Softly behaving myself

Over drink, over meat

I will sleep and I will rest.'

They play, indeed they drink

They live in an awkward

He drank it, he drank it

They drink a hundred, they drink a thousand