PREFACE

Ahh aidoîon thy breath be sweet thy song thrills thy flesh to burst into bloom with such delight such joyousness in thy sight in thy verses thee inspire but aidoîon thy time to expire be nigh the springtime is short and the night be long the springtime glow fades so aidoîon let us smell thy perfume let us recite the poems thee inspire let us sup upon thee till drunkenness fills our souls with delight at thee