What fear of worldly sorrows can a drunkard like me have? One more bottle of wine will simply be drunk away.

In this couplet, the poet speaks in the voice of the classic 'rind'—the carefree, defiant free spirit who refuses to bend under worldly troubles. Whenever grief strikes, the answer is nonchalant and direct: simply uncork another bottle and wash it away. It’s a wonderful expression of emotional resilience and detached freedom, treating life’s grand sorrows like trivial dust to be shaken off.