Non conobbi legami. Allo sbaraglio, andai.
A godimenti, ora reali e ora
turbinanti nell’anima,
andai, dentro la notte illuminata.
Mi abbeverai dei più gagliardi vini,
quali bevono i prodi del piacere.

I Went

I brooked no bonds. I threw off all restraint,
and went. Toward enjoyments that were half
real — half ruminations of my brain,
into the illuminated night I went.
And of strong wines I drank boldly, as drink
they who seek after pleasure and are brave.

(Translated by John Cavafy)