Gay Feast

I love the festive board
Where joy's the one presiding,
And freedom, my adored,
The banquet's course is guiding.
When "Drink!" half-drowns the song
That only morning throttles,
When wide-flung is the throng,
And close the jostling bottles.

Translated by Babette Deutsch

A.S. Pushkin. Gay Feast (“I love the festive board...”). Translated by Babette Deutsch // Alexander Pushkin. Collected Works: Parallel Russian Text and English Translation.
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