Be gentle to us, O sweet youths; let the rude deed be set aside. With minds like plumes, disperse, as eagles, what is given.

May our repeated adoration of you two, who are desirous of the libation, be productive of felicity; descending to our presence, and exceeding in wisdom, travel with rapid (steeds), swift as two falcons.

May our laudation of you Twain, lovers of meath! be sweet to you. Fly hitherward, ye wise of heart, like falcons with your winged steeds.