To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows, <br />We drained a hundred jugs of wine. <br />A splendid night it was . . . . <br />In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed, <br />But at last drunkenness overtook us; <br />And we laid ourselves down on the empty mountain, <br />The earth for pillow, and the great heaven for coverlet.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mountain-revelry/
