1. Show beautiful patience, perhaps or maybe
The branch of connection will leaf after it dried

2. And maybe the ice will cry tears
Like the rock, its eye dews though it hardened

3. So serve me wine matured, which a rod runs with
Of erect bamboo in my heart it rooted

4. And call the lads, I'm a man
Who's foreign, knows not a verse of women

5. And if you're graced in revelries a breath
Then count a whole lifetime that breath

6. No less so and the warbling nightingale
Spoke eloquently, yet it was mute

7. As though in melodies of its voice
It gloats at dawn when it sneezed

8. The vines laugh at the mind of whom
Drank without it and did not sip