اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
You, Dionysus? No, that can’t be true
Bacchus, the son of Zeus I know, not you
He smells of nectar, you just smell of goats
Grape-less
The Celts pour barley down their throats
So you’re less Bacchus than Back-to-the-Earth
Your oats are tame, not wild
In flour, not fire your birth
