The first bowl sleekly moistened throat and lips;
The second banished all my loneliness;
The third expelled the dullness from my mind,
Sharpening inspiration gained from all the books I've read.
The fourth brought forth light perspiration,
Dispersing a lifetime's troubles through my pores.
The fifth bowl cleansed ev'ry atom of my being.
The sixth ha made me kin to all the Immortals.
The seventh is the utmost I can drink--
A light breeze issues from my armpits.
-Lu T'ung (d.835)
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