Every time I have a symposium Following a banquet With my muse I start with three libations With the best lychee wine I can get From Mauritius ! The first is to her eyes The second is to her lips The third to Venus. Then I spread the floor smeared with wine With vanilla perfumes and jasmine flowers While the moon is playing a tune on her flute of Pan Then it's time to sing a hymn And only after all this ceremony and ritual When the symposiarch says : "drink !" And the symposiasts start to drink and be drunk the symposium is declared open, Only then, we can start our tête-à-tête.