²⁹Who has woe? Who has sorrow?
Who has strife? Who has complaining?
Who has wounds without cause?
Who has redness of eyes?
³⁰Those who linger late over wine,
those who keep trying mixed wines.
³¹Do not look at wine when it is red,
when it sparkles in the cup
and goes down smoothly.
³²At the last it bites like a serpent,
and stings like an adder.
³³Your eyes will see strange things,
and your mind utter perverse things.
³⁴You will be like one who lies down in the midst of the sea,
like one who lies on the top of a mast.
³⁵“They struck me,” you will say, “but I was not hurt;
they beat me, but I did not feel it.
When shall I awake?
I will seek another drink.”