Classic Poem

What is life after all but a dream?
And why should such bother be made?
Better far to be tipsy, I deem,
And doze all day long in the shade

When I wake and look out on the lawn,
I hear midst the flowers a bird sing;
I ask, " Is it evening or dawn? "
The mango-bird whistles, " 'Tis spring. "

Overpower'd with the beautiful sight,
Another full goblet I pour,
And would sing till the moon rises bright —
But soon I'm as drunk as before.