O servant boy of the old Falernian wine,
pour more bitter cups for me,
as the law of the Postumia mistress (who is)
drunker than the drunk wine orders.
O waters, go away to that place where it pleases you,
the ruin (destruction) of wine, and depart (go) to
the party-poopers (conservative). This is pure Bacchus.

Minister vetuli puer Falerni,
inger mi calices amariores,
ut lex Postumiae iubet magistrae
ebrioso acino ebriosioris.
at vos quo lubet hinc abite, lymphae,
vini pernicies, et ad severos
migrate. hic merus est Thyonianus.