|: Gaudeamus igitur,
Juvenes dum sumus; :|
Post jucundam juventutem,
Post molestam senectutem
|: Nos habebit humus! :|

|: Vita nostra brevis est,
Brevi finietur, :|
Venit mors velociter,
Rapit nos atrociter,
|: Nemini parcetur. :|

|: Ubi sunt qui ante
Nos in mundo fuere? :|
Vadite ad superos,
Transite ad inferos,
|: Ubi iam fuere. :|

|: Vivat academia,
Vivant professores, :|
Vivat membrum quodlibet,
Vivant membra quaelibet,
|: Semper sint in flore! :|

|: Vivant omnes virgines
Faciles, formosae, :|
Vivant et mulieres,
Tenerae, amabiles,
|: Bonae, laboriosae! :|

|: Vivat et respublica
Et qui illam regit, :|
Vivat nostra civitas,
Maecenatum caritas,
|: Quae nos hic protegit! :|

|: Pereat tristitia,
Pereant osores, :|
Pereat diabolus,
Quivis antiburschius,
|: Atque irrisores! :|

|: Alma Mater floreat,
Quae nos educavit; :|
Caros et commilitones,
Dissitas in regiones
|: Sparsos, congregavit; :|

|: While we’re young, let us rejoice,
Singing out in gleeful tones; :|
After youth’s delightful frolic,
And old age (so melancholic!),
|: Earth will cover our bones. :|

|: Life is short and all too soon
We emit our final gasp; :|
Death ere long is on our back;
Terrible is his attack;
|: None escapes his dread grasp. :|

|: Where are those who trod this globe
In the years before us? :|
They in hellish fires below,
Or in Heaven’s kindly glow,
|: Swell th’ eternal chorus. :|

|: Long live our academy,
Teachers whom we cherish; :|
Long live all the graduates,
And the undergraduates;
|: Ever may they flourish. :|

|: Long live all the maidens fair,
Easy-going, pretty; :|
Long live all good ladies who
Are tender and so friendly to
|: Students in this city. :|

|: Long live our Republic and
The gentlefolk who lead us; :|
May the ones who hold the purse
Be always ready to disburse
|: Funds required to feed us. :|

|: Down with sadness, down with gloom,
Down with all who hate us; :|
Down with those who criticize,
Look with envy in their eyes,
|: Scoff, mock and berate us. :|

|: May our Alma Mater thrive,
A font of education; :|
Friends and colleagues, where’er they are,
Whether near or from afar,
|: Heed her invitation. :|

I couldn’t find the verses that are allegedly about how Alma Mater should furnish us with free beer and bread. But if you want to listen and translate it yourself, you may. Anyhow, it is far overdue for me to be done with school and never to return. (My other great accomplishment of the weekend is finishing Neal Stephenson’s Quicksilver, which took more time and effort than my last semester at Biola.)