If heaven loved not the wine，
A Wine Star would not be in heaven；
If earth loved not the wine，
The Wine Spring would not be on the earth.
Since heaven and earth love the wine，
Need a tippling mortal be ashamed？
The transparent1 wine， I hear，
Has the soothing2 virtue3 of a sage4，
While the turgid is rich， they say，
As the fertile mind of the wise.
Both the sage and the wise were drinkers，
Why seek for peers among gods and goblins？
Three cups open the grand door to bliss5；
Take a jugful6， the universe is yours.
Such is the rapture7 of the wine，
That the sober shall never inherit.
