I traded the wine flask for the water goblet,
Gave up my hallucinations for an illusion.
Cursed be this hope!If you call it that,
I'm the rooster who mistook the burning taper for dawn.
A mere breeze toppled them across,
My ivory towers turned out to be fickle bubbles.
Seeing the holes in the garbs of others,
I tried to take refuge from my own nakedness.