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. ~ Lu Tong
Lu Tong (卢仝 lú tóng, 795-835), was a famous poet from the Tang dynasty, known for its love of tea. I would like to share with all of you one of his lovliest poems: 《Seven cups of tea》 (七碗茶 qī wăn chá):