Amongst the flowers I <br />am alone with my pot of wine <br />drinking by myself; then lifting <br />my cup I asked the moon <br />to drink with me, its reflection <br />and mine in the wine cup, just <br />the three of us; then I sigh <br />for the moon cannot drink, <br />and my shadow goes emptily along <br />with me never saying a word; <br />with no other friends here, I can <br />but use these two for company; <br /> <br />in the time of happiness, I <br />too must be happy with all <br />around me; I sit and sing <br />and it is as if the moon <br />accompanies me; then if I <br />dance, it is my shadow that <br />dances along with me; while <br />still not drunk, I am glad <br />to make the moon and my shadow <br />into friends, but then when <br />I have drunk too much, we <br />all part; yet these are <br />friends I can always count on <br />these who have no emotion <br />whatsoever; I hope that one day <br />we three will meet again, <br />deep in the Milky Way. <br /> <br />Version 2 <br />Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, <br />No friends at hand, so I poured alone; <br />I raised my cup to invite the moon, <br />Turned to my shadow, and we became three. <br />Now the moon had never learned about drinking, <br />And my shadow had merely followed my form, <br />But I quickly made friends with the moon and my shadow; <br />To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring. <br /> <br />Whenever I sang, the moon swayed with me; <br />Whenever I danced, my shadow went wild. <br />Drinking, we shared our enjoyment together; <br />Drunk, then each went off on his own. <br />But forever agreed on dispassionate revels, <br />We promised to meet in the far Milky Way.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drinking-alone-in-the-moonlight/
