I was in deeply contented in the beloved's Garden
Drinking blissful wine from everlasting source in paradise
Cast down due to foolish desires and faults,
I left the tavern and came to a lunatic asylum
My family laid a path of thorns for me to walk
They crowned me the king of paupers and crowned me with thorns
This is not like Socrates's hemlock
Potent elixir that frees one from hell called life
This is a slow death that one dies
Being stabbed a thousand times
In the midst of all this. I walk the torturous path
Hoping to find the tavern somewhere!
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