Who has strife? Who has complaining?
Who has wounds without cause?
Who has redness of eyes?
those who go to try mixed wine.
when it sparkles in the cup
and goes down smoothly.
and stings like an adder.
and your heart utter perverse things.
like one who lies on the top of a mast.
they beat me, but I did not feel it.
When shall I awake?
I must have another drink.”