Drinking Alone

 Li Po

 I take my wine jug out among the flowers
 to drink alone, without friends.

 I raise my cup to entice the moon.
 That, and my shadow, makes us three.

 But the moon doesn't drink,
 and my shadow silently follows.

 I will travel with moon and shadow,
 happy to the end of spring.

 When I sing, the moon dances.
 When I dance, my shadow dances, too.

 We share life's joys when sober.
 Drunk, each goes a separate way.

 Constant friends, although we wander,
 we'll meet again in the Milky Way.