This bowl of wine in my hand,
Is not ordinarily made,
In the blue sky of heaven,
Thunder roars like the Green Dragon,
Lightning flashes like glowing fire,
Fine raindrops like sweet dew,
With the essence of pure sweet dew,
People on earth make tasty wine.
When people make gingke wine they are wild with joy.
Excerpt from “The Laud to Wine” in the epic poem King Gesar.
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