My liver has become blood bring forth the cup O Saki
For this worlds business is a breath & an illusion O Saki
Give wine for existence passes and suppose it passed
Upon the wind, bring forth the cup O Saki


Th 854

Who bade thee bleed from worldly care, O heart?
In Fate's abode of coquetry to smart?
Know'st what to do? Since here 's no resting place,
As if thou 'd ne'er come hither, so depart.

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