Drinking Alone Beneath the Moon
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Translated by David Hinton
Among the blossoms, a single jar of wine. No one else here, I ladle it out myself. Raising my cup, I toast the bright moon, and facing my shadow makes friends three, though moon has never understood wine, and shadow only trails along behind me. Kindred a moment with moon and shadow, I've found a joy that must infuse spring: I sing, and moon rocks back and forth; I dance, and shadow tumbles into pieces. Sober, we're together and happy. Drunk, we scatter away into our own directions: intimates forever, we'll wander carefree and meet again in Milky Way distances. Trans. David Hinton
