Drink from a fist, drink from a bone, drink from a palm of a hand,
wrap your lips around an ear of a needle, a uterus of a flower, a honeycomb of a sieve.
Drink from a well, drink from a breast, be the first to get filled,
drink from your own wound, drink from a wound of a stranger.
The savior will never arrive. Try riding the turtle-lyre.
Its shell is covered in writing, the turtle is wise.
It halts the motions of the planets, it pushes apart defenses,
chews a leaf with a toothless mouth, burrows passages through time.
Drink slowly, drink quickly, if you wish, you may not drink at all.
Haul up water in a nutshell, split it equally with a neighbor.
Blessed are the meek and the thirsty in happiness and in woe.
Drink, for the wells will freeze. Fall is right under your nose.
translated by oksana maksymchuk