You must always be drunk
When it breaks your shoulders and bends you towards the earth
You must get drunk without respite.
But what kind of wine, poetry, or virtue?
As you wish, 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 will answer you
It's time to get drunk.
So as not to be slaves
Martyrs of time, get drunk, get drunk without ceasing
Of wine, poetry, or virtue
As you wish