Seven Cups of Tea (七碗茶诗）
– Lu Tong (卢仝， Chinese poet, ～ 795－835)
- The first cup caresses my dry lips and throat,
- The second shatters the walls of my lonely sadness,
- The third searches the dry rivulets of my soul to find the stories of five thousand scrolls.
- With the fourth the pain of past injustice vanishes through my pores.
- The fifth purifies my flesh and bone.
- With the sixth I am in touch with the immortals.
- The seventh gives such pleasure I can hardly bear.
- The fresh wind blows through my wings
- As I make my way to Penglai.*
A Cup of Tea
-J. Jonker (Amsterdam, c.1670)
- When the world is all at odds
- And the mind is all at sea
- Then cease the useless tedium
- And brew a cup of tea.
- There is magic in its fragrance,
- There is solace in its taste;
- And the laden moments vanish
- Somehow into space.
- And the world becomes a lovely thing!
- There’s beauty as you’ll see;
- All because you briefly stopped
- To brew a cup of tea.
- Tea helps our head and heart.
- Tea medicates most every part.
- Tea rejuvenates the very old.
- Tea warms the hands of those who’re cold.