Listen, O Mr. Wine,
Answer me, but with frankness:
Why do you take away all the firmness
Of those you find in your path?
Just because they had one too many,
Even quiet people,
Friend wine, in disarray
Your Grace makes them crawl!
It's wrongdoing
And there's intent in what you do.
One becomes unbalanced,
There's no balance that can withstand.
The laws of Physics fail
And the verticalness of anyplace
Oscillates without stopping
And ceases to be perpendicular.
"I used to be", answers the wine
"The loose leaf dancing with the wind
The ray of sun in the firmament
That brought sweet caresses to the grapes.
I still keep the warmth of the sun,
And I even give life,
Increase the value of whoever it is,
In good account, weight and measure.
And I only harm those
Who think I'm nobody
And belittle me.
Those who treat me like water,
It's an offense, I repay it!
I'm like this."
Your Grace is right
And it's ungrateful
To bad-mouth wine.
And to prove what I say
Let's, my friend,
Drink another glass!