Earlier, wine was life, but now life itself has become wine; someone keeps serving it to me, and I just keep on drinking.

This couplet captures a profound shift in how we experience existence. Earlier, the poet turned to wine to feel alive and find joy, but now life itself has become the intoxicant—an overwhelming, bewildering brew of experiences. There is a gentle surrender here to destiny or an unseen cupbearer, where whatever fate pours, the poet simply accepts and drinks without resistance.