Drinking Alone by Li Po
I take my wine jug out among the flowers to drink alone, without friends.
I raise my cup to entice the moon. That, and my shadow, makes us three.
But the moon doesn't drink, and my shadow silently follows.
I will travel with moon and shadow, happy to the end of spring.
When I sing, the moon dances. When I dance, my shadow dances, too.
We share life's joys when sober. Drunk, each goes a separate way.
Constant friends, although we wander, we'll meet again in the Milky Way.
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