Drinking Alone Under the Moon

A pot of wine among the flowers: I drink alone, no kith or kin near. I raise my cup to invite the moon; My shadow makes us three.

The moon can't drink, my shadow trails behind, but I'll enjoy their company till spring is done.

I sing — the moon just sways. I dance — my shadow tumbles after. While sober we share friendship's joys; drunk, each drifts off alone.

Let our spirits once more merge where the river of stars drifts far away.