Amidst the flowers a jug of wine,
I pour alone lacking companionship.
So raising the cup I invite the Moon,
Then turn to my shadow which makes three of us.
Because the Moon does not know how to drink,
My shadow merely follows the movement of my body.
The moon has brought the shadow to keep me company a while,
The practice of mirth should keep pace with spring.
I start a song and the moon begins to reel,
I rise and dance and the shadow moves grotesquely.
While I'm still conscious let's rejoice with one another,
After I'm drunk let each one go his way.
Let us bind ourselves for ever for passionless journeyings.
Let us swear to meet again far in the Milky Way.
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seventeen-hundred years cannot diminish the clarity of a passage of night, of moonlight, and the warmth of wine and false company.
i wonder, how many nights does a scholar get to get drunk and gaze at the moon with only his shadow to witness the event?
i would like to know before i start my own endeavors.
mark -
Yet another drunken night, sharing wine with a moon shadow.
Dance, dance and dance on.
Enjoying the company of the moon.
Andrew
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