Calcutta nr. 137
The wheel of heaven many times has scattered harvest
To cherish useless grief has no profit
Fill the wine cup & place it quickly in my hand
That I may drink again for all that must be will be.
Idle repining and grieving, marry, what profit they?
Many like us the heaven bringeth and taketh away:
Fill me the winecup and give it in hand, so drink I may;
Quick, for of mortal bodies wine is the life and stay.