I will pour you some wine and you must relax
Human feelings turn over and over like the waves of the sea
Friends who have gone grey together may still reach for their swords
And the first with vermilion doors may mock those cap in hand
Colours of grasses all arise from the wet of a little rain
Buds are on the point of opening-and the spring wind is cold
The world's affairs and the floating clouds-why question them?
You had best take life easily-and have a good dinner.