Nunc vino pellite curas,

Cras ingens iterabimus aequor.

Now drive away your cares with wine

To-morrow on the sea we go.

To-night for us the tapers shine,

To-night the roses blow;

To-morrow shall our steps incline

Where the wild waters flow.

To-morrow! Let to-morrow be

Where all this world's to-morrows are

Where each must follow faithfully

The guiding of his star.

The moment that is given me

Is mine to make or mar.

Drink to me only with your eyes,

And I with mine will pay the debt;

Drink to my moment ere it dies

Divine and fragrant yet:

To each to-night its melodies!

To-morrow to forget!