Rinsing sorrows of a thousand forevers
away, we linger out a hundred jars of wine,
the clear night’s clarity filling small talk,
a lucid moon keeping us awake. And after
we’re drunk, we sleep in empty mountains,
all heaven our blanket, earth our pillow.
translated by David Hinton
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Leonard Durso 
Perhaps my new Li Po favorite! Thanks, Leonard.
Glad you like it, John. I also love the first 2 lines very much. Can certainly identify with that.
Beautiful with deep sensitivities.
Glad you like it.