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Hark! Feed me wine, if you really care Turn into ruby my face of amber Bathe me in wine when death me ensnare With boards of vine my coffin bear. |
An old potter at his wheel Clay and dirt mould and deal My inner eye would reveal My father’s dust bears his seal. |
Once transpired, cannot be changed Only pain will come if remorse engaged Though with sorrow you may be aged Not even a dot will be rearranged. |
Each drop of wine that is spilt Burnt deep in my heart and sorrow built I drink wine while prayer thou wilt The water that quenched the fire of my guilt. |
Alas the youthful fire is a dying ember The spring of life has reached December What is termed youth, I vaguely remember But know not whence and how from life’s chamber. |
In the cosmic game of polo you are the ball The mallet’s left and right becomes your call He who causes your movements, your rise and fall He is the one, the only one, who knows it all. |
From the depths of earth to heights of Saturn We’ve solved all riddles, turn after turn Break every chain, our ignorance burn Except the riddle that fills the urn. |
Tonight I shall embrace a gallon cup With at least two cups of wine I‘ll sup I’ll divorce my mind and religion stop With daughter of vine, all night I’ll stay up. |
Wherever you go in the land of God Flowers bloom from kingly blood Violet with its colorful shroud Was a beauty mole on a face once proud. |
Beloved friends let us gather For each other, together care With raised cups salute and share In memory of he who isn’t there. |
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