(second of four poems)
Heaven, if you didn’t love wine,
the Wine Stars wouldn’t be in Heaven.
Earth, if you didn’t love wine,
then Earth, you shouldn’t have wine springs.
Since Heaven and Earth love wine, right now,
loving wine doesn’t embarrass Heaven.
Just hearing this, I’m clearer than a sage,
returning to Dao, I’m as murky as a saint.
Since sage and saint are already drinking, right now,
why seek to become immortal?
Three cups and I penetrate Great Dao,
one full dipper and I join with Perfect Spontaneity.
Just get the pleasure that’s in wine,
don’t let on about it to the sober.
