We have lost all awareness of ourselves in the very first round of wine at the beginning of the night; let us see where morning finds us today.
The poet captures that reckless, thrilling moment when you completely lose your sense of self right at the start of an experience. Having surrendered his ego and awareness with the very first sip of wine—a metaphor for all-consuming passion or mystical intoxication—he has left all control behind. It is a warm, carefree sigh into the night, wondering with quiet curiosity where fate will wash him ashore by dawn.
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