On The Tung-ting Lake II by Li Po (Li Bei)

The autumn night is vaporless on the lake.
The swelling tide could bear us on to the sky.
Come, let us take the moonlight for our guide,
We’ll sail away and drink where the white clouds are!

translated by Shigeyoshi Obata

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