Among the flowers I hold a pot of wine,
Quaff off alone without loved ones of mine.
Raising my cup, I invite the noble disc to join me,
With my shadow, we form a party of perfect three.
Alas, the moon seems too aloof to let me relish all,
Only my shadow is tagging me along without a fall.
For the time being, I have my fancy friends around,
I shall enjoy myself thoroughly in time as if spellbound.
As I sing, the moon is moving to and fro,
As I dance, scattering is my shadow.
While sober, we cheer for each other to binge on,
When drunk, we part one another and gone. |