To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,We drained a hundred jugs of wine. A splendid night it was. . . . In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,But at last drunkenness overtook us;And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain,The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet
He who does not stretch himself according to the coverlet finds his feet uncovered.
Every one stretcheth his legges according to his coverlet. [Every one stretches his legs according to his coverlet. ]
We cannot come to honour under Coverlet.