The room was penurious and common, Hidden over a disreputable tavern, The alley could be seen from the window, Unclean and narrow. From below Came the voices of a few workmen Who were playing cards and having a good time. There on the vulgar on the humble bed I had the body of love, I had the lips, The sensuous, the rosy lips of wine, Rosy with such a wine, that even now Here as I write, after so many years, In my solitary house, I am drunk again.