Life is a dream. No need to stir. <br />Remembering this I’m drunk all day. <br />Lying helpless beside the porch, <br />Waking to see the deep garden. <br />One bird calls among the flowers. <br />Ask myself what’s the season? <br />Song of the oriole in Spring breezes, <br />Voice of beauty sadly moves me. <br />Is there wine? Ah, fill the cup. <br />Sing and watch the white moon rise, <br />until song’s end and sense is gone.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waking-from-drunken-sleep-on-a-spring-day/
