Drink from my Cup of life, Enjoy it's sweet wines, drown your sorrows, And forget about your plight. And if the juice be bitter, Do not spill a drop. My tankard is filled to the brim, you see- Your cup, it is not. If you can finish it, I'll leave you be. I'll take your cup for mine own, Consuming it with a smile... Once your cup is empty, I'll return it with no Guile, To reclaim mine own. Once your night is claimed by frost, You'll realize what you've lost.