Down the blue mountain in the evening, <br />Moonlight was my homeward escort. <br />Looking back, I saw my path <br />Lie in levels of deep shadow.... <br />I was passing the farm-house of a friend, <br />When his children called from a gate of thorn <br />And led me twining through jade bamboos <br />Where green vines caught and held my clothes. <br />And I was glad of a chance to rest <br />And glad of a chance to drink with my friend.... <br />We sang to the tune of the wind in the pines; <br />And we finished our songs as the stars went down, <br />When, I being drunk and my friend more than happy, <br />Between us we forgot the world.<br /><br />Li Bai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-zhongnan-mountain-to-the-kind-pillow-and-bowl-of-husi/
