DRINKING ALONE WITH THE MOON
From a pot of wine among the flowers
I drank alone. There was no one with me ——
Till， raising my cup， I asked the bright moon
To bring me my shadow and make us three.
Alas， the moon was unable to drink
And my shadow tagged me vacantly；
But still for a while I had these friends
To cheer me through the end of spring……
I sang. The moon encouraged me.
I danced. My shadow tumbled after.
As long as I knew， we were boon companions.
And then I was drunk， and we lost one another.
……Shall goodwill ever be secure？
I watch the long road of the River of Stars.