| Alte clamat Epicurus: |
Loftily claimsﾂEpicurus: |
From on high states Epicurus: |
| ﾂｫventer satur est securus. |
・EE・EEA full belly is secure. |
"A stuffed belly reassures us. |
| venter deus meus erit. |
My belly is my God. |
As my God I will revere it, |
| talem deum gula querit, |
Such a God requires gluttony, |
Bringing booze and food-stuff near it. |
| cuius templum est coquina, |
whose temple is the kitchen, |
My God's temple is the kitchen, |
| in qua redolent divina.ﾂｻ |
in which there are divine smells.・EE・EE |
Where the odors are bewitchin'. |
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| Ecce deus opportunus, |
Behold the convenient God: |
He's convenience everlasting, |
| nullo tempore ieiunus, |
at no time on an empty stomach, |
Since he never calls for fasting. |
| ante cibum matutinum |
before the morning meal |
Breakfast tastes a whole lot better |
| ebrius eructat vinum, |
belching, intoxicated with wine. |
Smashed and puking wine together. |
| cuius mensa et cratera |
The table and the bowl |
Empty flasks beneath the table |
| sunt beatitudo vera. |
are true happiness. |
Are a blessing, and we're grateful. |
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| Cutis eius semper plena |
His skin has always been full |
Filled to burst his skin, he wobbles |
| velut uter et lagena; |
like a wineskin or bottle. |
Like a leather flask or bottle; |
| iungit prandium cum cena, |
He joins lunch with dinner, |
Breakfast, supper, lunch united, |
| unde pinguis rubet gena, |
thus his rich, reddened cheeks; |
Fat, red cheeks are so excited; |
| et, si quando surgit vena, |
and, if and when his penis gets erect, |
When his swollen dick gets bigger, |
| fortior est quam catena. |
it is mightier than a chain. |
Like a chain it's filled with vigor. |
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| Sic religionis cultus |
As religious worship |
Like religion, pale and useless, |
| in ventre movet tumultus, |
is tossed by the tumult of the wind, |
Roars into the whirlwind, fruitless, |
| rugit venter in agone, |
the belly roars in agony, |
Roars the stomach in its battle: |
| vinum pugnat cum medone; |
as wine and mead fight with each other. |
Wine and mead together rattle; |
| vita felix otiosa, |
Happy and easy is life |
Life is perfect, sloshed and dizzy, |
| circa ventrem operosa. |
with an active belly. |
Nothing but the belly busy. |
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| Venter inquit: ﾂｫnichil curo |
The belly says, ・EE・EEI care about nothing |
Says the gut, "I care for nothing |
| preter me. sic me procuro, |
except myself. So I guide myself |
But myself. So after stuffing |
| ut in pace in id ipsum |
to peace in this manner, |
Food enough to cause a scandal, |
| molliter gerens me ipsum |
gently carrying myself |
Gently my insides I handle, |
| super potum, super escam |
over water, over food |
Once I've sniffed the last aroma, |
| dormiam et requiescam.ﾂｻ |
to sleep and rest.・EE・EE |
Sleeping off my drunken coma." |
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| Anonymous |
Carol Anne Perry Lagemann |
Carol Anne Perry Lagemann |