In the bitterness of wine, a touch of heart's ache, too,
Let's mingle the sorrow, and linger a while,
Drink deep, and weep, the bitterness through.
On every side, a silence veiled and deep,
A mystery unfurls, a hush profound,
With shadows converse, secrets to keep.
Is there a soul, to cherish with all might,
A figment to embrace, a love to claim?
In the bitterness of wine, let's seek the light.
Ah, this pang of heart, and eyes that burn,
If slumber descends, if sleep should come,
Then sleep we will, our yearning to learn.
In the bitterness of wine, a touch of heart's ache, too,
In the bitterness of wine.
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