You must always be drunk
Everything is there, that's the only question.
So as not to feel the horrible burden of time
Who breaks your shoulders and bends you towards the earth
You must get drunk without respite.
But of what? Of wine? Of poetry?
Or virtue, as you see fit?
But get drunk
And if sometimes
On the steps of a palace
On the green grass of a ditch
In the dreary solitude of your room
You wake up
The intoxication had already diminished or disappeared
Ask the wind
To the wave, to the star, to the bird, to the clock
To all those who groan
To all those who drive, to all those who sing
To all those who are speaking, ask what time it is
And the wind, the wave, the star, the bird
The clock will answer you
It's time to get drunk.
So as not to be the martyred slaves of the time
Get drunk
Get drunk constantly
Of wine, poetry, or virtue
As you wish