These are some excerpts from a larger cycle of poetry published by the Hindi poet H. Bachchan in 1935. In this cycle, the author treats drunkenness almost spiritual phenomenon, making seemingly paradoxical, Zen-like statements about “the house of wine.”
Here’s a translation of the lyrics:
“The House of Wine”
On the way to the tavern from his house,
A drinker is walking –
“What path shall I take?
In this puzzle, he is very confused.
Everyone advises different paths,
But this is what I have to say –
Whatever path you choose to take,
You will wind up going to the house of wine.
I am in the tavern,
In my hands is a glass.
In my glass the tavern is reflected,
The wine is just taking effect –
I have spent my whole life
Entangled in this dilemma –
Am I in the house of wine,
Or is the house of wine within me?
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