What tempts the barman in the morning except a glass that bores him,

While he washes the starters' dish

And he observes the sleepers on their chairs

The news of the sad day before today

Disputes and vulgar jokes

 

He opens a notebook to write the diaries of the day; he could hardly scratch his armpit

Or evacuate himself of water while heaving

Clouds pass by the door

And birds occupy the window, and keep it open,

They sing the songs of those who left the earth,

They would not return again

One drop

After another

While his brain pours thoughts,

And he drinks the morning's glass!