I love wine but have no wine to drink.
You'd think I'd be sober but I'm crazier than before!
Now I hear your new brew is ready,
its color superior to the yellow of chrysanthemums!
A moonlit night—shadows calm in the tower.
A frosty sky—ocean breezes blow cool.
When will I ride off on horseback
and pour as much as I want
of that “fragrance in the jug!”