You must always be drunk
You must always be drunk
Everything is there, that's the only question.
So as not to feel the horrible burden
Time that breaks your shoulders
And you lean towards the earth
You must get drunk without respite.
But of what?
Of wine, poetry, or virtue?
As you wish
But to you
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 already diminished or gone.
Ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock
To all those who flee, 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
They will answer you
It's time to get drunk.
So as not to be the martyred slaves of the time
Get drunk
Keep yourself constantly intoxicated by wine, poetry, or virtue
As you wish