I’m thirsty.
I’m thirsty like that wanderer
Who lost in the desert.
But,
I’m not thirsty for water,
No.
Nor even I have any thirst for wine.
I just have a great thirst,
For life.

I want to drink the last drop of life,
From the chalice of sorrow
And from the chalice of joy.
From the chalice of pain
And from the chalice of pleasure.

I want to drink the last drop of life,
From the chalice of my life.