O, thou look me as a cup of wine, br As the reflection of my soul shines, br Or a good poem with delicious lines, br What is thy like? But thou surely mine. br br Thy every draught gives me pleasure, br As a drunkard finds in drinking hemlock, br And find from the world sometimes I leisure, br And feel so power to clash the rock. br br O, thy tender fragrance runs inside of me, br And really gets my sorrows out, br Then I experience so much freshness and gee, br And compose what getting out sorrows shout. br br As a parserby seeks relief under a shady tree, br Or a dolphin delights in only sea, br Or a lover enjoys to his beloved to see, br And I gain all happiness in only thee. br br I feel proud when to thee in cup I hold, br On taking thee, beyond horizon I behold, br And thou dear to like precious gold, br After having thee, I feel more witty and bold.