“Auspicious stars had risen on this nightWhen drunkard assaulted drunkardWe passed the time kowtowing to the Devil,Until the monks sounded the bells at dawnAnd [a young adolescent] left, dragging delightful robesWhich I had stained with my iniquitous behavior,Saying, "O woe!" as tears overcame him,"You have torn away the [dignity] I had preserved."I replied, "A lion saw a gazelle and lunged at it;Such is the variety of Fate’s vicissitudes!"”