duminică, 3 octombrie 2010

Drunkenly dancing like a flying immortal

The sky has a wine star, earth a wine spring; from my cane top many coins swing.

A pool of lees would greatly please; I'd dance tipsily,

Feeling like I'm growing wings, growing wings, becoming divine;

Gaining the Way happily with wine.

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