Soft hands, carafe and cup
Turn sadness into smiles.
Seeing the happy face,
The carafe beings to cry.
Seeing her tears, our good person says,
This is no bitter wine:
Immortal wine fills your carafe,
Bringing the dead to life.
Give us a drop from your carafe—
Let thoughts drown in the sea
Lift us up to the inebriated skies
Shatter all agendas and anxieties.
Radiant nine colours we see
As our swings go round in ecstasy.
Wafts of infinite comforts come to embrace—
Never to return—such is their union!
