Today's intoxication is not like yesterday's intoxication; if you don't believe me, take a bowl and drink.
I was drowned in wine, my reason was swept away; wisdom bid farewell, saying it would not return to consciousness.
Reason and wisdom left the world in madness; when the pot boils over, it spills beyond its limits.
This mad, intoxicated heart tore its bonds and leapt; do not argue with the intoxicated, say nothing, remain silent.
At dawn, the guard told me from the ladder that he heard a roar from the seventh heaven last night.
Saturn told Venus to play a gentle tune, and Leo was told to grab Taurus by the horns and milk it.
See the blood from the lion's roar on Taurus's breast; look at the celestial lion, turned timid as a mouse from awe.
Warm up, O lion, why do you flee like a dog? Shine, O moon-faced one, why do you hide your face?
Open your eyes to see the radiance of light in six directions; open your ears to the heavens, for your eyes have become ears.
Listen to the soul's greeting to be freed from words; look at the image to be freed from forms.
I told him, "O master, go, let whatever happens, happen; I am pure and free, a servant of the wine seller."
Your fear and hope are entrusted to reason; your bait and trap are for wild game.
The dregs of pain took me under its protection; don't speak to me of these things, that's your task, strive for it.