O chosen Cup-bearer, O apple of mine eyes, the like of you
Ne'er appeared in Persia, nor in Arabia have I found it.
Pour out wine 'till I become a wanderer from myself;
For in selfhood and existence I have felt only fatigue.

--Rumi

--and more Rumi:

We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups
That's fine with us. Every morning
we glow and in the evening we glow again.

They say there's no future for us. They're right.
Which is fine with us.

— even more rumi

You only need smell the wine
For vision to flame from each void--
Such flames from wine's aroma!
Imagine if you were the wine.