The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat, The second shatters the walls of my loneliness, The third explores the dry rivulets of my soul Searching for legends of five thousand scrolls. With the fourth the pain of past… — Lu Tong Copy Share Image
The first cup moistens my lips and throat; The second cup breaks my loneliness; The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs; The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration-all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores; At the fifth cup I am purified; The sixth cup calls me to… — Lu Tong Copy Share
The first bowl sleekly moistened throat and lips, The second banished all my loneliness The third expelled the dullness from my mind, Sharpening inspiration… — Lu Tong Copy Share Image
The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat, The second shatters the walls of my loneliness, The third explores the dry rivulets of… — Lu Tong Copy Share Image
