2 Li Bai: 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.