From the tales of old, the chalice I embraced,
With laughter's touch, the drink I gently chased.
They offered sips, a subtle, slow release,
And bit by bit, my spirit found its peace.
Whether winter's hold, or summer's fiery kiss,
Or when the rain descends, a soft abyss,
Each season whispers, "Drink and let it be,"
Each season calls for revelry.
Be it cheap or costly, in abundance or in scant,
Each season calls, a vibrant, flowing grant.
It walks with me in every single plight,
Through every sorrow, guiding me to light.
It stays beside, in joy or tearful plea,
Each season calls for revelry.
Whether winter's hold, or summer's fiery kiss,
Or when the rain descends, a soft abyss,
Each season whispers, "Drink and let it be,"
Each season calls for revelry.
Why fear the world, why hide from judging eyes?
Why shy away, when solace softly lies?
Why not embrace the tavern's open door?
We'll drink and share, until our breaths are no more.
Each season calls for revelry.
Whether winter's hold, or summer's fiery kiss,
Or when the rain descends, a soft abyss,
Each season whispers, "Drink and let it be,"
Each season calls for revelry.
Each evening incomplete, a yearning in the soul,
Why this distance, this unyielding role?
Why this constraint, this binding, heavy chain?
Rashid, why vows to abstain, to not partake again?
Each season calls for revelry.
Whether winter's hold, or summer's fiery kiss,
Or when the rain descends, a soft abyss,
Each season whispers, "Drink and let it be,"
Each season calls for revelry.
Be it cheap or costly, in abundance or in scant,
Each season calls, a vibrant, flowing grant.
Each season calls for revelry.
Each season calls for revelry.
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