Wine is such, if a drop in the Nile falls for moment, a sober crocodile will be drunk forever... by its scent and, if a deer out on the plains, drinks just one drop, it becomes a fierce lion, fear of the tiger not evident!
To this life that’s passing don’t get too attached, for this world is only a game... don’t be deceived. All kindness that it may do think of as made up: when its hardships comes, your belt be tightened.
Live happily, O so happily with those dark-eyed ones, for this world is nothing but a story of wind… passed. One should never weep for what has happened already and one should never be sorrowful for what has passed. I’m happy with the musky hair of that one, ambergris scented: with moon-like face… huri-like face, natured. He happy and kind and free with himself and others… and miserable becomes that one who to both isn’t good! It is so sad, because this world is only wind and cloud… bring wine, for: “Whatever happens… happens,” I said.