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Three—with The Moon And His Shadow
(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Three—with The Moon And His Shadow

Poem By Li Po

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 meet for the spring time!

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!

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Comments (2)

..............wonderful poem and beautifully creative, so imaginative...love this ★
One of my all-time faves - have a look at my version, 'Off His Face in the Flower Border' if you like...