Analysis of Der mann im keller

How cool and fair this cellar where
   My throne a dusky cask is;
To do no thing but just to sing
   And drown the time my task is.
       The cooper he's
       Resolved to please,
And, answering to my winking,
       He fills me up
       Cup after cup
For drinking, drinking, drinking.

Begrudge me not
       This cosy spot
In which I am reclining--
       Why, who would burst
       With envious thirst,
When he can live by wining.
A roseate hue seems to imbue
   The world on which I'm blinking;
My fellow-men--I love them when
I'm drinking, drinking, drinking.

And yet I think, the more I drink,
   It's more and more I pine for--
Oh, such as I (forever dry)
   God made this land of Rhine for;
     And there is bliss
     In knowing this,
As to the floor I'm sinking:
     I've wronged no man
     And never can
While drinking, drinking, drinking.