Amidst flowering shrubs, with a pot of wine,

I drink myself with no friends of mine.

I hold up my cup to accost the moon,

Which with me and my shadow makes three soon.

Nothing about drinking does the moon know;

My shadow follows me where’er I go.

With the moon and my shadow in company,

Before spring is o’er I must make merry.

While I’m singing, the moon sways to and fro;

While I’m dancing, my shadow tangles so.

In sobriety, we from each other apart,

As sworn partners for a tour unearthly,

We’re bound in heaven at last to rally.

Li bai