I raise my cup and invite
The moon to come down from the
Sky. I hope she will accept
Me. I raise my cup and ask
The branches, heavy with flowers,
To drink with me. I wish them
Long life and promise never
To pick them. In company
With the moon and the flowers,
I get drunk, and none of us
Ever worries about good
Or bad. How many people
Can comprehend our joy? I
Have wine and moon and flowers.
Who else do I want for drinking companions?
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
I’m a big fan of drinking with the moon. M.E.
Me, too.
Oh God.these r as my feelings.ur feelings r very beautyful n as drowning into pond of love.
Those are all constant elements of Chinese poetry: the moon, natural surroundings, humanity.
Oh.okay.
May we all have many glasses with the moon.
I try to as often as possible.
🙂
This is excellent.
I’m glad you think so.