«День нашего царя!» говорят князья, разгорячённые до болезни вином, а он протягивает руку свою к кощунам.
On the day of the festival of our king the princes become inflamed with wine, and he joins hands with the mockers.
On the day of our king, the princes became sick with the heat of wine; he stretched out his hand with mockers.
On the day of our king, the princes became sick with the heat of wine; He stretched out his hand with scoffers,
On royal holidays, the princes get drunk with wine, carousing with those who mock them.
In the day of our king the princes have made him sick with bottles of wine; he stretched out his hand with scorners.
In the day of our king Princes have made him sick, [c]inflamed with wine; He stretched out his hand with scoffers.
In the day of our king, the princes made themselves sick with the heat of wine: he stretched out his hand to scorners.