Drinking Alone

Beneath spring blossoms with a pot of wine,

No friends nearby, so I pour alone;

I raise my cup to invite the moon,

Turn to my shadow, we three.

Alas, the moon cannot drink,

And my shadow merely follows silently,

But with such friends

I still find pleasure in life,

Make the most of the evening.

 

And when I sing, the moon sways with me;

Whenever I dance, my shadow goes wild.

Drinking, we share our secrets;

Drunk, we each go off on his own,

But agree to future revels,

Promising to meet in the far Milky Way.

 

--Li Bai

Done