It's time to say words of good omen
And to bring for the bridegroom and bride,
It's time for us to take torches and dance and rejoice.
We can take the farm tools back to the fields
after we've danced and poured wine and chased out bad luck
And after we've prayed to the gods of earth, sea, and sky
to help us to an ample life,
To grant us a good crop of barley
And plenty of wine
And figs to munch on,
and that we bring forth children, supple-limbed, loud as their play,
And that all the good things we lose by war
Are returned to us when we gather ripe fruit for the wedding feast
And the fiery sword has been put away.
--Aristophanes
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