Drinking Alone by Moonlight
A pot of wine, under the flowering trees;
I drink alone, for no friend is near.
Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon;
For her, together with my shadow, will make three people.
The moon, alas, is no drinker of wine;
Listless, my shadow creeps about at my side.
Yet with the moon as a friend and the shadow as a slave;
I must make merry before the spring has ended.
To the songs that I sing, the moon flickers her beams;
With the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
While we were sober, three shared the fun;
Now, we are drunk, each goes their own way.
May we long share our eternal friendship;
Meet together again in paradise.