Wine of life? I have drunk of it! Ocean of sorrow? I bathed in it! Fountain of love! I have listened to it Playing melodies On the moon's many-stringed light. The lake of friendship, I contain in my soul; The river of joy has flowed into it; And on the upland of my heart, Dances dream-footed, Song-drunk Radha. Krishna, the player of flute, The lover, the playful enchanter of hearts — He has drunk of the wine of my life: Is bound by the magic of my art. Who am I? Maker of lute from the East, Have breathed into it the soul that is God: How can I do it? Foolish thy inquiry: I do all! — I have drunk of the wine of life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BUSINESS REVERSES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONG FOR THE FIRST OF THE MONTH by DOROTHY PARKER THE GAME OF CHESS by EZRA POUND |