I learn sometimes in my sleep when I wink, br Or when I stand tall, suppressing only some of my thoughts. br To sit is learned; affected by love the soul weeps, br Fasting will occur as the soul weeps further. br br My learning collapses when I am drunk br From liqueurs so sweet; br Or when I am drunk from the words I choose br The sweet wine of heaven seems to cascade. br br On my head is a spell of magic br Taken from the arms of a priest so logical br In the way of his denomination. br I learn so well from him, br Rather than from wine or words of plain speech.