Filled with wine of words,
Drunken by words of wisdom
Coupled with the old beer
Brewed from the elderly councils
And the sweet bitter taste
From the vine yard of the old sage;
By them I’ve been enriched.
Of whaa use is my drunkenness?
If all I drink, but all in vain.
I’s myself now to train
From each lesson learnt not in shame,
But to start doing some brewing
All by myself once again.