First Of May
There is music, poetry and dances, Lies, flattery too... What if I'm abused for my Stanzas - What I wrote is true. I saw a May Day celebration - Now my head whirls. I'd gladly break my back embracing Those pretty girls. Can "whimperers" ever, I wonder, Visualise Balakhani resplendent under Those sunny skies? Such scenes bring songs to the heart springing. I thrilled to view Those 40,000 marching, singing And drinking, too. My verse! Don't be too Left or modish! Simpler is best. It was the health of oil we toasted And of the guests. The first toast of the day proposing My arm I bent To drain the glass, congratulating The government. The second toast, alert lest drink should Trouble provoke. I proudly drank to the working-class While someone spoke. I raised my third glass, feeling slightly A potentate, To changes that might the peasant's lot Alleviate. Drink deep, my heart! But not point-blank To cause my death... That's why the fourth toast which I drank Was to myself.