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The Poet Li Po
If Earth herself had no love for wine,There would not be a city called Wine Springs.[1]Since Heaven and Earth both love wine,I can love wine, without shame before God.Clear wine was once called "a Saint;"Thick wine was once called "a Sage."[2]Of Saint and Sage I have long quaffed deep,What need for me to study spirits and hsien?[3]At the third cup I penetrate the Great Way;A full gallon—Nature and I are one. . . .But the things I feel when wine possesses my soulI will never tell to those who are not drunk.
XXIII. 9.
In the Mountains on a Summer Day
Gently I stir a white feather fan,With open shirt, sitting in a green wood.I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone:A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.
XXIII. 10.
Drinking together in the Mountains[4]
Two men drinking together where mountain flowers grow:One cup, one cup, and again one cup."Now I am drunk and would like to sleep:so please go away. Come back to-morrow, if you feel inclined,and bring your harp with you."
XXIII. 10.
Waking from Drunkenness on a Spring Day
"Life in the World is but a big dream:I will not spoil it by any labour or care."So saying, I was drunk all the day,Lying helpless at the porch in front of my door.
