O servant boy of old Falernian wine,
pour pungent cups for me,
as orders the law of the mistress Postumia,
drunker than a drunken grape.
But go as far away from here as you please, waters,
bane of wine, and to the sober ones
migrate; here Bacchus (the wine) is pure.

Minister vetulī puer Falernī,
inger mī calicēs amāriōrēs,
ut lēx Postumiae iubet magistrae
ēbriōsō acinō ēbriōsiōris.
At vōs quō lubet hinc abīte, lymphae,
vīnī perniciēs, et ad sevērōs
migrāte; hīc merus est Thyōniānus.

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