Come sit a while beneath this tree
In its cool, embracing shade.
On this night all hearts will be free
And friends of enemies made.

Return to fill thy plate once more!
With salads fresher than dew,
Perfectly roasted feral boar,
More tastes than you ever knew.

Drink deeply of the fruits of earth!
The liqueur pours out in streams.
To celebrate the madman's worth,
One must join him in his dreams.

Hear tell of tales a hundred-fold!
Heroes of forgotten days,
Treasures of jewels and sparkling gold,
Gods, their mysterious ways.

Watch capers cut to cause you mirth,
Or simply amazing feats.
One thing's certain, there is no dearth
Of startling, eye-pleasing treats.

Lend ear to merry melody,
And let the music consume.
Bards exhort one and all to be
Seduced by rhythm's perfume.

The fantastic frolic on fertile loam
Makes them believe, beneath starry dome,
In pregnant possibility.
They banish futility.

What will they next conceive?

Shimmering shapes weave.

New freedom found.

Spin around.

Delight.

All one Festival Night.