The gods created the smoking leaf,

thus they must be good.

Men discovered the leaf and crafted the pipe,

thus they must be wise.

We praise the good gods and wise men.

Without their foresight,

our means would have no end.

 

For who has not spent many an hour,

trailing smoke into the bowers.

There can be no joy sweeter than,

fully belly,

foaming flagon,

and sweet smoke rising towards the rafters.