Last year I drank wine, and this year I am intoxicated and ruined.
Last year I passed through fire, and this year, why am I roasted?
I went thirsty to the stream, and I saw a fish in the water.
All lions seek the moonlight, and I am a lion with a moonlit beloved.
Do not ask about the pain; look at the complexion, so the color may give you an answer.
My soul is intoxicated, and my body is ruined; intoxication sits in ruin.
Both are like this, and the heart even more so, like a donkey in the mud from sorrow.
Do not be disheartened for a moment; listen, so you may have a reward from God.