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Three – With the Moon and His Shadow


With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees.

I drink alone, and where are my friends?

Ah, the moon above looks down on me;

I call and lift my cup to his brightness.

And see, there goes my shadow before me.

Ho! We’re a party of three, I say,—

Though the poor moon can’t drink,

And my shadow but dances around me,

We’re all friends to-night,

The drinker, the moon and the shadow.

Let our revelry be suited to the spring!


I sing, the wild moon wanders the sky.

I dance, my shadow goes tumbling about.

While we’re awake, let us join in carousal;

Only sweet drunkenness shall ever part us.

Let us pledge a friendship no mortals know,

And often hail each other at evening

Far across the vast and vaporous space !

Li Po

Tang Dynasty