Before the sunrise, the drunkard dreams
At the bartender of the tavern he screams -
Wake up, wake up and fill to the full my cup
Before I feel thirsty and life's fun dries up.
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II.
Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky
I heard a voice within the Tavern cry,
'Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup
Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem