Who has woe? Who has sorrow?
Who has contentions? Who has complaining?
Who has wounds without cause?
Who has redness of eyes? 30
Those who linger long over wine,
Those who go to search out mixed wine. 31
Do not look on the wine when it glistens red,
When it sparkles in the cup,
When it goes down smoothly; 32
At the end—like a serpent it bites,
And like a viper it stings. 33
Your eyes will see strange things
And your heart will speak perverse things. 34
And you will be like one who lies down in the heart of the sea,
Or like one who lies down on the top of a mast. 35
“They struck me, but I did not become ill;
They beat me, but I did not know it.
When shall I awake?
I will seek yet another.”