St-Zacharie

Hier toutes les maisons avaient disparu
Il ne restait plus qu'une tuile rouge
Ce soir il ne reste plus
Qu'un beau tuyau gris et un lilas fleuri
Et peut-être que demain
La ville sera revenue

St-Urbain

Les rochers la mer les maisons
Sont plantés tout le long de la plage
Avec des arbres
Mais je pense que le petit garçon chaque soir
Les remet dans leur boîte
Alors où vont coucher les habitants

Those who have known the Love of Hari's Name, for their house have now no care

Those who have known the Love of Hari's Name, for their house have now no care.
Ever they revered the Sadhus and made their abode in the vault of heaven.
In splendour they live and measureless light: the noose of pitiless Jama is cut.
Bulla proclaims his inmost thought: free from Niranjan's bonds review the show.

Rules of drinking

If the Philosopher sayes true, the first
Draught is refreshment unto them that thirst;
The second mirth and wit doth still afford;
But perfect drunkeness issues from the third
If to these rigid rules you'l me confine,
Hence glasses; I'l in flagons drink my wine.

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