Two Drunkards (epigram)

Two drunkards sit together,

Drink wine in a wine shop,

Walking on the road,

Stepping Hop.. Hop.. Hop.

On the way to their home,

Sitting under a tree,

Everything in their eye

Reflected as three.

One confusion in their mind ,

About the birth of the tiger,

One told from the egg,

Another as baby tiger.

A saint was going near by,

They ask him about the confusion,

The Saint is in danger,

This puzzle can't be known.

He thought for a moment,

And proved, as king of wood,

Whatever the tiger wants,

Did as his own mood.